Chapter 3 - Noelle
As soon as I walk through the portal it closes behind me with a pop and vanishes, leaving me at the edge of a field of grass, dotted with orange and pink tulips. I turn around, planning to ask the huge rabbit what direction to go, but he’s gone. I mumble, “Well, fuck you too.”
Behind me is a peaceful forest and I assume Nick will be in the field’s direction, since I usually find him in open areas.
I continue towards the field. The woods seem to border the field as far as I can see, so follow the line of trees loosely, but stick to the field.
After a couple of steps the uneven terrain causes problems with my sexy high heels.
Crouching down, I unbuckle them and slip them off.
The carpet of grass is soft and I wiggle my toes before taking off again, swinging my sandals by the straps and humming Taylor Swift’s song, “Cruel Summer,” under my breath.
I’m going to feel like a complete asshole when I tell Dream Nick that I’m leaving.
He’s unlike my normal dream people, and he’s full of complexity.
The vivid details whenever I’m with him tricks my brain into thinking what I say to matters, as if he’s a real person.
It’s difficult to stay cranky in the magical land; the air is crisp, and the sun beating down on me reminds me of vacations when I was younger when time had no meaning because the world expected nothing of me.
The tulips thin out the farther I walk until they eventually disappear.
Up ahead I spot a bunch of people in nothing but their underwear shuffling around while studying the grass.
Well, that’s odd. I halt and don’t go any closer to them.
While I stand there, a kaleidoscope of iridescent blue butterflies swarms around me, and I realize I’m breathing heavily.
My pussy is wet and I rub my thighs together as moisture dampens my inner legs.
Oh fuck, this again. The air always turns me on.
My nipples harden and a wave of lust washes over me.
It’s going to be difficult to concentrate on what I need to say to Nick when I want to climb on top of him and go to town on his cock. Mmm, yeah, that sounds perfect.
Licking my lips at the thought of him naked underneath me, I drop my shoes and run my hands up to my breasts.
As I cup them and brush circles around the stiff peaks through the fabric of my dress and bra, an inferno of need ignites in my core.
Why did I wear a bra? I yank the top of my sundress down and slip my arms out, unhook my bra, and toss it in the grass.
A few of the butterflies get close enough to brush against my skin, and I shiver from the featherlight touch.
Yeah, I need to find Nick. If I stay here much longer, my brain is going to be mush and desire will override any rational thought.
I consider leaving the top of my dress down and enjoying the breeze on my nipples, but knowing that I’m about to walk towards people makes me think twice.
I slide the dress back up into place and abandon my bra and shoes as I head off to hunt for Nick again.
From the previous experiences, everything but my panties makes it home with me, so I’m trusting that my new shoes will be there when I wake up.
The closer I get to the people, I realize they are sleepwalking, almost like the field of fucking people for Valentine’s Day.
This time they don’t have BDSM dungeon furniture to play with, nor are they touching each other.
One bends down and snatches something in the grass, and I see him clutching an egg as he smiles and vanishes.
I blink at the empty spot he was standing in. Well, shit just got extra weird.
Out of the corner of my eye, a few more people find eggs and disappear. What is this? Some dreamland egg hunt? Why can’t I have normal dreams where I fuck the guy in a soft bed? Does it always have to be a jacked up wonderland?
The people are in a main cluster, as if the eggs are only in a certain area.
I skirt around the pack of sleepwalkers, and almost stumble on a purple egg.
Reaching down, I’m about to grab it, but stop myself as a sliver of apprehension runs through me.
Oh fuck, what if I take one and wake up?
I can only assume that’s what is happening to the other people.
They are snug in their beds, dreaming of being in an adult egg hunt, and “boom” they find their egg and the dream is over.
I ignore the pretty purple egg, and as I straighten up, Nick steps out of the forest. My breath catches in my throat and my entire body quivers as a bolt of pleasure zips from my core.
Suddenly, it’s like every other time I see him and I break out in a jog, grinning broadly.
Thankfully I ditched the heels, so I’m able to make good time and as I sprint towards him, I keep a running dialogue in my head.
All I’m going to do is kiss him, say hello, and tell him we need to talk. This is how it has to be.