Chapter 3 - Nick
Nick
It’s unlike any other land I had been to.
At first glance, it looks like just a normal rural landscape. Trees, fields, a little picket-fenced house along the road. But the thing that changes it all is the sky.
Although it’s as bright as day, the sky’s pitch black and all across it, fireworks are exploding.
Every color splashes across the night sky, some in loops, some blooming from a small ball into a vast world of color before bursting and showering down in sparkles.
And as I watch, some of them form words.
“HI NICK” they spell out across the heavens.
It’s breathtaking.
“Hey… Hey…”
I look down and see that Sparky has caught up with me. He still has a smile on his face, but it seems pained.
“You were supposed to listen to my speech,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, Sparky. I was just really eager to get here. Maybe you could do it now?”
I watch as he does his best to frown, but his face seems to be stuck in a permanent smile.
“Do you really wanna hear?” he asks.
I look around and can’t see Noelle anywhere. So without knowing where she is, Sparky here is my best bet at finding her.
He studies me for a few seconds, then throws up his arms to start his speech again.
“Hi, I’m Sparky. You might be wondering, who is this sparkling little guy? Well, I am the spirit of independence, the spark that started the flame of revolution. Since 1775 I have been… HEY, you’re not paying attention!”
I look back down at him, my mind having wandered as I scanned the landscape.
“I knew that coming to get you was a bad idea. Noelle should hook up with a good old American guy. But ohhh no, go get the Brit…”
“Well, it’s just…” I start, but he is not going to slow down now that he’s started.
“What’s wrong with finding her some homegrown all-American stud? Why does she have to hook up with someone from ENGLAND? ‘He’s her soulmate,’ they said. ‘They’re supposed to be together.’”
My head spins at that bit of information. Whoever is causing these things to happen thinks that we are soulmates.
“SPARKY,” I interrupt.
“What?”
“Does it help that I’ve moved to the US and I’m in the process of becoming a citizen?” I ask.
He puts his hands where his hips would be, if he weren’t a cartoon star.
“Well…”
“And I came all this way because I’m in love with an American girl. The best girl in the world.”
He glows at that, literally. And I feel some of it as well as I have just said out loud that I love Noelle.
“Yeah, well, perhaps you’re not all bad,” he says, and dashes forward between my legs and out the other side.
I turn around and watch as he starts off up the road.
“Come on then, let’s get you to your girl,” he shouts back at me.
Even at full speed, he is still a cartoon star with tiny legs, so I don’t need to run to follow him.
Instead, my mind is wandering and thinking about Noelle.
The last few encounters we had have led me to discover I have a “free use” kink and like domming her.
The thought of her getting on her knees and opening her mouth for me to use is making me hard and I really want to stroke, but I know it’s from being in this place in this place.
It always happens. Something about the air always makes us horny and we start fucking without talking about things like where we live or how to get in contact with each other.
Hopefully, this time will be different and we’ll find a way to connect in real life.
“I won’t be joining in,” shouts Sparky.
I’m confused, not knowing what he could be referring to.
He stops and turns around, looking up at me.
“I’ve heard that you two are into threesomes. That’s not my thing. I’m flattered and everything, but you’ll have to find someone else.”
He turns back around and continues down the road, whistling.
I laugh to myself. He’s kinda right. Noelle and I have had a threesome together. And public sex. Neither was planned, but both felt right. Like we had finally found someone that we could share our desires with and know that the other one would not judge us.
“OK Nick, Noelle should be in that house up ahead.”
I look down the road and see the fireworks in the air form into an arrow, pointing down to a picturesque building. The sort of house I would imagine a sitcom family to live in, it’s so perfect.
“Thanks, Sparky. You’ve been a great help.”
The smile he gives me looks genuine, and he gives me a thumbs up as I run past him and towards the house. If Noelle is inside, nothing and no one is going to stop me from getting to her.