After the Storm, but the Horizon is not Clear

Waking up was an unfortunate reality I found myself going through. The bed had throughout this session proved to be one of the most comfy places I’ve rested. Every time I regained consciousness here it was like being in a cloud on a calm day. This particular instance featured a smell of food, breakfast. Was it morning? Had I slept through the night here?

“No no dearest. It’s still the afternoon out there. In here you’ve been out for a while. So I started some bacon and toast for you. I knew you’d be hungry so here we are.” Lily had been standing over by the bar, which was now a kitchen stove apparently? I wasn’t too sure about that one, but chose to enjoy the moment and deal with that later. Pushing myself up I found an arm pillow waiting for me to rest comfortably and keep a good look on Lily. She had what I could only guess were pajamas on with an apron over the top. The blankets over me kept me nice and warm, while I was adjusting them however I noticed I had returned to my original body. “You had to go back to that body at some point hon. And that last bit of play was all I had left for out first session. Aside from this.” She had begun plating our food by this point “But I have to say. It isn’t often that I get to do this sort of thing. Fore and after play aren’t things I normally have entailed in a fantasy. And I ain’t complaining.” With a snap her apron had vanished, she picked up the plates and we were having breakfast. I finally got a look at her top, it was a nice blue shirt with a delightful flower filling up most of the space on the front. Unlike most of the stuff I had seen her wear, this shirt was not in the slightest sexual. And to be honest, I couldn’t have been more content. We had begun to cuddle and enjoy the meal prepared.

“So typically, how quickly do people come back for their second fantasy?” I asked. My curiosity as to when I’d come back, and what I’d find, began to rear its head. This toast was also delicious.

“Well if people only have one fantasy in mind for what they want it’s a matter of a day or two. Typically when they get horny next.” She said between taking a bite of bacon. “But in your case if I had to guess it’ll be another week or so. By all means come back sooner, but you’re a thinker. Your choices are much more intentional. You still have a lot to figure out outside of this place.”

“Well you aren’t wrong there.” I said knowing very well the choices that laid before me. Between college, what I wanted to do for money, and what few social choices I had. My dance card was pretty full. “This breakfast by the way is pretty great.”

“Breakfast is one of the meals that you can eat regardless of when it is in the day. All the food in it is just good.” She spoke like we were friends for years. I didn’t have many friends like that. And what friends I did have, none of them were close enough that I could interact with like this. Not in the “we just banged the shit out of each other and are gonna chat around now.” But this paling around kind of way. After we finished eating I reached over and pet her hair. She backed into me again and pulled my hand to cup her cheek. My thumb ran across her cheek bone and leaned down into a position to spoon her. It was a warmth that brought comfort, being in that moment with her was kind calm enough to soothe any fear or worry that might have been lurking.

Sadly all things must come to an end and we had to get up. She scooted out of my reach and pulled the blankets off me. Without a word indicating that it was time to go. I labored my way out of the bed and moved towards the door. My clothes were neatly folded on a shelf and I was feeling refreshed enough that I was pretty much ready to go. Looking down at Lily I felt, lonely. Both for her and myself. I didn’t want to leave her.

“You have to go. This always happens. I’m used to it. It’s okay.” She gave me every reassurance that she could. But it didn’t change how I felt. I held her close. It was the kind of hug you share with someone who’s numb. It was the hug I got from my dad when my Mom passed. But she pushed me free. “Go.” Lily turned me around. With a sigh I opened the door. And walked back out into my normal life. Breathing in the school air it had only been about two hours out here since I walked through the door. School was empty and the sun was just above that height it gets where it’s in your eyes as you drive. Going home I knew my bed wouldn’t live up to the one I just experienced. But nothing would. It was a fantasy.

It took me a day or so to think about using the key in more legitimate fashions. Every thought was about going back to hold her again. And spend time doing nothing but cuddling and being with her. Fighting those tendencies was a struggle. But in time, I got better at reminding myself that no matter how real it felt. It wasn’t. That I needed to separate my life outside from inside. Moving forward my mindset gravitated towards how I could achieve some of those fantasies more realistically. Experiencing those fantasies in person gave me a grounding of sorts. I had a much stronger sense of what those were. Achieving them seemed more in reach then ever. My thoughts went toward who I wanted to try and achieve these fantasies with. Ashley was certainly someone I could try and do these with. But working my way towards that would take a lot of time. I hadn’t even had the courage to talk to her by this point. Now. I was ready.

Well, ready is one way of putting it. I’m not about to walk up to her and start talking and tell her the key is real and all that. Rather, I saw a video recently of someone walking around and hiding or handing people sticky notes with compliments and such. Ash and I have civics together. So, my sticky note ready I waited for the bell. Our desks were a bit separated but pretty much equidistant from the door. In the commotion to get on to the next class I found myself next to her and-

“I really like the art they put up in the library, isn’t it yours?” She was half looking at me and half looking ahead of her. Trying not to look like she was actually talking to me about anything legitimate but still communicating. I, on the other hand, was shocked. I didn’t expect this sort of thing at all. I was a bit of a deer in the headlights. Air was trapped in my throat. In one go it all went out.

“Ya it is, thank you. It’s from the end of last year. I was in a different place when I made it, so when I was asked if it could be put up in the library I said sure. Now it’s just kinda a reminder of a different time that I’m not a fan of.” Fuck. Why did I say that? She doesn’t care about that. I was with Daisy then. Did she know that? Does she know daisy? Fuck. I was fighting off a panic attack and losing ground quickly.

“I’m sorry you see it that way. Daisy’s a bitch by the way. If you are gonna break up with someone just talk to them. What she did to you was bullshit.” She said walking up the stairs with me. Our next classes weren’t the same but they were next door to one another. If I hadn’t already been thrown for a loop. I was practically nauseous by this point from the whiplash. Not only did she know. But everything she said. Was on point with what my dad said. I couldn’t believe it. My body was on autopilot while my mind was running. I had so much planned. But this threw everything out of order. I couldn’t even tell what my body was doing. “Hey” she grabbed my shoulder stopping me. We were outside our next classes. “Breathe Mike” she was looking into my eyes. But I wasn’t there. It was an attempt to pull me back. She was succeeding, it took me a minute. Recovery was difficult. I had the sticky note in my hand. But I was shaking. With what little willpower I had that wasn’t struggling to wrestle control back. I was lifting it out of my pocket. She saw it. “For me?” she asked. Nodding. She took it. Didn’t even look at it. “Breathe. Go.” She smiled and turned into her classroom. The next hour. Was hell.

It was impossible for me to focus on my class. I was back to trying to figure out what to do about Ashley. Why did she do that? She’s never expressed anything towards me. All our interactions have been smiles from a distance and nods. Why me? What did I do to earn this? I didn’t. My self doubt was unstoppable at this point.

The bell rang yet again. I was up and moving off to my next class. But felt like I was moving through a tunnel filled with rusty nails. Every next step was another attacking thought. I felt a hand push against my arm. It was sustained pressure. Turning around it was a sticky note. Mine was just a regular manila sticky note. This was a pink one. It was Ashley. Taking it she walked away like she didn’t know me. Like things were before she talked to me. I wasn’t ready for anything else at this point. So into my wallet the note went. The rest of the day was a slow calm down from that interaction. In my last class I finally decided to look at her note.

I had spent a fair bit more time than I’d have liked stressing about what was on the note. I probably shouldn’t have. But it couldn’t be stopped. This sort of thing was so out of my world that it terrified me to no end. I could have just gotten rid of it. And moved on. But I owed it to myself and Ashley. Folding the pink sticky note open it was a phone number. It had to be hers. Who else could it have been? Fuck. It was her phone number. I just got a girl’s number.