Lost in the fair

Erik rolls his eyes as he approaches the horde of people. It crosses his mind that, despite being here for over a year, second year in a three-year degree, he’s really neglected to become a part of the community that the uni has fostered. It’s abundantly clear that there are more than just students and professors here, evidenced by the small pre-pubescent child that vomits bright pink on the shoes of what Erik assumes to be her father.

Erik walks through the crowd, keen to get to Vi but the slight adhd that resides in his brain distracts him and he stops at a few stalls himself. The art stalls and collector gamer items in particular are doing well to distract him from his main mission. Erik’s eyes sparkle as his attention is caught by a particularly intricate Renaissance fair-style painting.

“Is that an original?” He asks the girl running the store.

She nods enthusiastically, pointing at herself with a satisfied grin. “Sure is! Probably my best work! You want to buy it?”

Erik crinkles his nose, tapping his foot as he pats his phone. “Hmmm. How much is it?”

She grins. “$750.”

Erik feels an arrow pierce his heart. “Shit. Out of my price range, I fear.”

She shrugs. “That’s cool. I’m here if you change your mind!” She smiles at him before waving at another customer, pointing at a smaller — probably more affordable piece.

Erik walks away, a bit more sadness in his step as he squeezes past people, he makes his way to the small thrifting area, he looks around and can’t find the purple hair of Vi anywhere. Ari’s hair wouldn’t be as useful — because she’s short.

Erik tries to text her again, taking a moment to slow down as he checks his phone.

Nothing.

He sighs, throwing his head up. He types out another message, to no avail.

“She must be… I don’t know, distracted somehow.”

“Unless… She’s ignoring me… Talking to someone else….”

Erik is flashbanged by the image his brain created the night prior.

Vi lifted in the air, her legs spread… Her pussy slick with arousal, those strong dark-skinned hands carrying her effortlessly, ripe for Erik’s viewing pleasure.

Erik slaps his face, getting a worried glance from concerned fair goers.

“I don’t want to think about that…” He mutters.

But his brain flashes the image again. The lust in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, the pertness of her nipples. She wanted it… And maybe a part of him does too?

Erik remembers the other — exciting part of his dream.

Staring back at himself. Red, green, blonde hair kneeling in front of the other him.

“Did I really?…” he murmurs, now firmly in his own head, staring off into the sky, hands in his pockets.

It had to be…

His step-sisters.. Maki, Anya… And Ari. He had considered it before, and tried to mentally deny it — but it was true. His brain had created something taboo — born from the desires in his subconscious. That lustful intensity staring at him even in his dream.

He sucks on his teeth, forcing himself to breathe deeply. And slowly.

He checks his phone again.

Nothing. Again.

His brain is in a flow state, and instead of calling, or walking around, instead he gets flashbanged with the images of Vi walking around with as little clothing as possible, or just a tight top that dips low enough on the chest for any man to get a nice, generous look at. He can’t help but picture Vi giving these men and women the same sexy hooded look that she gives him before he fucks her. The men crumbling when she subtly parts her lips, licking her lips slowly and sensually, letting them get close to her… Maybe she needs help trying something on, and she wants the big strong man at the stall to manhandle her to get those clothes on. There’s no changing rooms out here… Maybe she asks them to cover her while she strips to try something on, a private personal show for him…

Erik shakes his head violently, dragging his feet to a water fountain he splashes himself in the face.

Instead of continuing to loiter with a hard-on, he quickly reaches down and adjusts himself, and then continues to walk through the fair. He walks past a small stage where the cheerleaders perform, his eyes glazing over the attractive fi girls as they tumble and dance.

He continues to walk, trying his best not to imagine Vi blowing the guy manning the stall.