Chapter 1 - Noelle
My eyes glaze over as Chad drones on about his motorcycle collection. He’d probably get cranky if I brushed against a bike and claim I’m scratching the paint. Yeah…tomorrow I’ll let him down gently and say the connection wasn’t there.
We’re sitting at a table in the middle of a busy Italian restaurant surrounded by large, loud families.
The atmosphere doesn’t exactly smack of romance, but he suggested we meet here and I didn’t complain.
This is my third blind date in as many weeks, and none of them worked out.
There was always something wrong with them: a big hell no to the guy who didn’t like animals, one guy bitched about his mother for too long, another one gushed about his mother for too long.
..nothing felt right. I’m getting concerned that my fantasy guy, Nick, has ruined me for dating.
Every time a holiday comes around, I fall asleep and dream that a portal opens up that takes me to a magical land where I meet up with Nick.
The setting is always different and themed for whatever holiday it is, but Nick is always the same person—other than wearing different clothes.
We get two hours to fuck our brains out, and then I wake up.
The sex is amazing, and I’m exploring things I’ve never done in real life, but I finally got video proof last time that none of this is real.
I’m trying to forget Nick, but so far it’s not working.
I daydream about St. Patrick’s Day with Nick while Chad talks about the type of motorcycle he plans to buy next, and humble brags about how much he gets paid so he can afford all his toys.
God, St. Patrick’s Day was so fucking hot.
I never thought I’d be interested in a threesome, but having the bartender, Sean, in my mouth while Nick fucked me.
..A shiver runs down my spine, and I can tell I’m growing wet.
I really need to be fucked good and hard.
Chad is cute and has a sexy bad-boy vibe going on, but it’s a shame he’s so annoying.
I could have taken him home and given him a test ride, but now I can’t wait to say goodbye to him and never see him again.
Shifting in my hardwood chair, I wish I could reach down and rub myself.
I consider excusing myself to use the restroom so I can get a few minutes of bliss, but this is a family restaurant and I doubt the bathrooms will have the privacy I need.
Plus, ever since that filthy leprechaun stuck his head under the bathroom stall on St. Patrick’s Day and watched me pee, going into public restrooms has become uncomfortable.
I keep expecting some crazy elf-like creature to pop under the door, so I’m on high alert and watching for any sign of movement.
Chad and I are at a four-person table and my purse is on the chair diagonally from me.
I lean over to pull out a breath mint, using the movement to press my pussy against the wood and enjoy a little pressure.
Dangit, I should have set up a fake emergency call time with my friend Sara, like I’ve done in the past. I always answer and tell her I’m on a date if everything is going great, but otherwise I pretend she’s in crisis and tell my date I have to go.
Chad chatters on while I tune him out. Popping in the breath mint, I focus on his moving mouth.
His plump lips fascinate me and I imagine them latched onto my nipple while he swirls his tongue around the stiff peak before he flips me over, telling me to get on my hands and knees.
Would Chad fuck me while I sucked on another guy’s cock?
How hard would it be to find a guy who would occasionally share me?
Shit, I don’t even LIKE Chad. What in the hell am I thinking? I need to go home and work myself over with a vibrator before I do something stupid, like agree to a second date with Chad.
My main problem is that it’s a week until Easter, and the closer it gets to the holiday, the hornier I become.
My body is craving a rough fucking and my mind wants Nick.
Every day I keep telling myself Nick isn’t real, and I refuse to take part in the next flight of fancy on Easter.
If that damn portal opens up, I’m not entering it and nothing is going to change my mind.
By the time the meal is over with Chad, I’m a wet mess.
Brushing off Chad’s obvious attempt to get me to come back to his place for a nightcap, I rush home.
I don’t even make it into the house before my hands are inside my panties.
As soon as I park the car in the garage, I spread my legs as wide as I can, undo my jeans, and snake my fingers down under the fabric until I reach the promised land.
As I frantically brush my fingers against my clit, my pussy clenches and pulses with need and pings of pleasure shoot through my core.
I imagine the scenario I thought about with Chad, but this time it’s Nick flipping me over and telling me to get on my hands and knees while he grinds into my pussy from behind.
Imaginary Nick pulls out and moves in front of me and slides his cock between my lips, and I’m tasting myself while I happily lick and suck on his shaft.
Each rub of my fingertips along the sensitive bud spirals me higher towards my orgasm.
When I imagine someone else’s hands on my hips, thrusting into me with Nick’s cock buried to the hilt in my throat, it tips me over the edge.
I buck against my hand, crying out Nick’s name, while waves of pleasure wash over me.
I’m drained when I finally come down from my climax, and I don’t want to move. Christ, I think he really has ruined me for other people.
I slide on my latest purchase of black strappy high heels and admire myself in the full-length mirror on the wall of my bedroom.
I’m wearing a sundress that’s a pattern of red roses against a black background.
My new shoes make my calves look lean and sexy.
I need the confidence boost for tonight, and I picked the perfect outfit.
I feel like a goddess and I’m ready to fuck.
It’s Easter and the colors of my dress don’t exactly fit the holiday, so I’m wearing a robin’s egg blue thong.
In a last ditch effort to erase Nick from my mind forever, I’ve agreed to another blind date, this time with a friend of a friend.
Our mutual buddy claims we’re perfect for each other, and I’m willing to try anything at this point.
I haven’t had a cock in me since St. Patrick’s Day—even if it was imaginary—and I plan on fucking this guy, even if he’s annoying.
I’ve been cranky at work this week, and if I don’t get laid, I might say something that will get me fired.
Twisting around to put the mirror behind me, I turn my head to evaluate the effect from the back.
I went all out today and put my brown hair up in a loose topknot, and created soft curls that cascade down my back.
I pirouette, watching the curls bounce, and a small white bunny hops into view, pauses in front of me, and twitches its nose.
My stomach jumps in happiness at the unexpected delight of seeing the adorable critter, then my brain registers this isn’t normal. What...the...fuck.
When I swivel my head to face forward, the bunny is really in front of me and not just in the mirror.
Its shiny and sleek fur makes me want to pick it up and love on it, and the happy feeling in my stomach turns to anger as a slow rage burns.
I glare at it for a moment. I’m NOT following this damn rabbit through a portal, no matter how delightful it is, or how much I want to stroke its lush fur.
The bunny hops through my open bedroom door and stops to look back at me.
I’ve always been a sucker for tiny bunnies and it’s getting cuter by the second.
It has huge intelligent eyes, and it seems to sense my hesitation.
I sigh dramatically and follow it out into the hallway.
The little bunny feet create tiny thuds on the wood flooring, and I’m helpless to do anything but plod along after it.
The rabbit leads me to a large egg-shaped portal glowing with a swirl of purple and pink lights.
At least ten bunnies hop in and out of the portal, swarming around the entrance, which I’m sure is an attempt to entice me to enter.
But, nope, uh-uh. I’m not stepping one foot into that portal—darling bunnies be damned.
I halt and observe the stream of bunnies as more and more join in, hopping in and out of the portal.
A bunny about twice the size of the others comes through and separates itself from the pack.
Getting up on its hindquarters, it thumps its foot impatiently at me.
“I’m not going with you.” My tone is that of a petulant child, even to my ears.
The bunny whacks the floor harder and glares at me, and I’m assuming it can’t speak. I’ve been through this fantasy dream so often now, I’m actually surprised it doesn’t start talking.
I huff at it. “Don’t get all cranky at me. I didn’t ask for this. You can go back through that portal and tell whoever is in charge of this stupid dream that I’m going to wake up in a moment and go on my date.”
Turning my back on the bunny, I take a few steps down the hall, but a cough followed by a rough, “Hey,” makes me whip around.
The bunny is now enormous, looking very much like a rabbit you would fall down a hole with if your name was Alice.
“Um…” I’m at a loss for words and blink at the magical creature.
The furry white face breaks into what I would describe as a smile, while its nose continually twitches. “Hey, Nick is waiting for you.”
I cross my arms and tap my foot at it. “You mean make-believe Nick is waiting? He’s not real, and you can’t make me go.”
The rabbit gasps as if I smacked him, and I have an insane urge to laugh. I’m standing in my hallway arguing with a rabbit. This is one hell of a dream.
“You don’t care that he’s waiting?” The bunny’s voice gives me the creeps because he sounds as if he’s been smoking a pack of cigarettes every day for 20 years. He should have a soft, airy tone.
I shrug. “Nope. And to prove it, I’m going to go back to my bedroom, lie down on my bed, and wake myself up.”
I take another couple of steps towards my bedroom and I hear the rabbit mumble something that sounded like he said Sean and Nick. Wait, is Sean there too?
The ball of rage in my stomach grows as I realize I’m being manipulated. I stalk up to the furry white rabbit and demand, “What did you say?”
He raises his voice. “I said it’s unfortunate you won’t come because now Nick is going to be stuck in the portal, just like Sean.”
What? What the hell is this dude saying? Sean is stuck and Nick will be also?
I narrow my eyes and contemplate him for a moment before speaking. “You’re saying if I don’t go through that portal that Nick is stuck there...forever?”
“Yes,” is his simple reply.
God, I don’t know what to do. I don’t believe in this and yet, what if there is something to it? I give myself another 20 seconds of thought and a wave of determination washes over me. Fuck it all to hell.
“OK, I’m going through the portal but ONLY to tell him to not come back next holiday and then I’m outta there. Got it?”
The rabbit doesn’t answer but hops towards the portal and walks through it—not even bothering to look back to make sure I’m following. As I step into the swirling glow, I can’t help feeling like this was all a setup.