DISCLAIMER
This is a romantic adult erotic story with fictional characters and plot, targeted at fingernail fetish readers. If extremely long fingernails and/or toenails gross you out, then you're in the wrong place.
'Dream chasers - The Follow Up'
by V. Tarransky
Jan 2022
...And then: The Follow Up
I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened before I could land the first knock. She stood in the doorway dressed in a house robe, holding a coffee mug in her hand. She didn't look like she just woke up, she had a pair of glasses that had the blue-violet glimmer of blue filter coating on the lenses.
'Screen-time'
I thought.
Taken by surprise by her opening the door from under my knock, I completely forgot what I was going to say, and a moment later my eyes jumped to the mug she was holding, from behind which the underside of her thumb-nail peeked upwards. It was probably longer than the finger it was growing out of, gently curved and with the slightest slant that would certainly become a twist on its way outwards. Flawless to my eyes, but incomprehensible and crooked for those who cannot see beauty in this.
I forced myself not to stare, and resumed eye contact, but the words were missing. It was obvious that she was expecting me. She looked straight into my eyes, then moved her sights to the bag I was holding. Held it in her gaze for a few moments, like she could see through the wrapping and look at the contents, though it was obvious what was inside, given the visible brand of the shop from which I just came up. She then resumed her look straight at the surprised expression on my face.
"That's not a Kindle", she started pointing with her eyes and chin at the bag. Then re-aimed her look at me like she was expecting some explanation.
I looked at the bag, then back at her.
"Oh... erm... Yeah, I-"
"...-forgot" she took over and completed my sentence. "Come on in," she added and got out of the way.
"You were waiting for me?" I said as I entered the flat.
"For ages, darling!" she replied exaggeratedly pretending to be desperate. "Seriously now, I knew you'd want to talk some time soon, I couldn't say exactly when, but I... felt it coming," she added, closing the door behind me. "And then, the door from downstairs is not very discreet. I noticed the sound of movement coming from your flat, then heard you going out and then a minute later I heard the door from downstairs again. I opened just to say 'hi', but it seems that you...
do
want to talk. Shoes - off!" she said as she passed by me, towards the kitchen.
I did as she instructed without much thought. It was
her
place after all. Her flat was identical to mine in spacing but the details of the interior were different, though still focused on easy maintenance.
"Go wash your hands," she continued. I was somehow startled by her bossing me around. "Go on... off you go! You know where it is."
I headed for the bathroom and on it's closed door, a poster that could be seen by anything with eyes, no matter how near sighted, said
BEWARE!
CLEAN FREAK
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
I took two seconds to make sense of it.
'Oh. I see.'
As I went towards it I passed by the bedroom to which the door was open. I stopped and peeked inside. The shades were still on and the light from the window was pretty dim. The double bed was neatly arranged and on the nightstand to the right, next to a few also neatly-arranged nightly-use items there was a piece of scribbled and torn notebook paper, undeniably similar to the one I wrote down my dream on and gave to her the evening before, most probably the exact same one. And then next to that, a rather unusual, dark, longish and round... thing, with a wide golden ring around its middle was... probably... recharging... through a white cable winding away from it. I couldn't help but smile.
"What's taking so long?" I heard her voice. Two seconds later I heard her hurried footsteps and saw her rush towards me with anger in her eyes. I thought she was going to kick or slap me, but she just rushed to the door of her bedroom and aggressively closed it. That kind of confirmed to me the purpose of the extra object on the nightstand.
"Sorry... I shouldn't have... uh..." my trying not to smile gave me away. Again.
"No, you should have not! I thought you wanted to talk, not... invade... my privacy!" The anger on her face quickly changed to shrewdness and guile. "You'll have to
work
and
earn
the right to do that! Now go wash! Shoo!" she waved me away, flapping her long nailed hands, so that I would put some distance to the door of the bedroom.
I did as she commanded, while she sneaked inside, probably to hide the 'evidence'.
I got back to the living room and sat on the sofa arranged similarly to the one in my flat and waited. She had already set a coffee mug for me and small plates on a similar coffee table by the corner sofa I sat on. By the window, a desk, smaller than the one in my flat and positioned in a different orientation, hosted a laptop computer which was turned on and displayed a paused video which I immediately recognized. It was one of a three-day workshop that Raduga was doing to popularize his 'phase' approach to lucid dreaming and similar states of awareness. At that moment she got back and caught me looking at the screen of her computer.
"Didn't your mother teach you that it's not polite to nose around in people's homes?"
I looked down feeling somewhat guilty, but I felt I had a way to defend myself.
"Of course she did. And I dare extend that statement to people's dreams, don't you agree?"
She smiled. "But you...
wanted me,
or at least my nails, in there" she replied as she sat and crouched her feet up on the other side of the corner sofa, leaning on one side, supporting herself on the armrest and cushions at the other end. I couldn't help but notice the fluffy colorful socks she was wearing, stirred by my curiosity aimed at her feet and pedicure.
"Helen, look. I-... uh... nevermind..." I tried to keep defending myself, but my overwhelming sense of shame won. "How much sleep did you get?" I changed the subject.
"Oooh, so it's a...
'professional'
call. I see," she replied amused and took a sip from her mug. "Well, I didn't get much sleep last night. ...And as you have already noticed I found study material on the internet and used this time to see what the guy you told me about has to say."
"And how do you find it?"
"I would say... 'complementary' to LaBerge's "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming". The topic is more... generalized, but the techniques described have quite a lot in common and, like you said, they seem more focused, more... explicit. Somehow, more... refined. Thanks for pointing me to it, with what I gathered so far I think it's time I should start putting it into practice. Raduga's lectures hint that it's not
that
difficult."
"Good. Way to go." This subject got kind of thin for now. "Umm... I'll just... I should be at my desk in 15 minutes." I checked my watch twice.
Though what I just said was technically true, my presence at my desk was not to be checked for another two hours, at the first online check in of the day. And given that the previous night I worked half-way through it just to keep my mind off from the embarrassment I experienced earlier, today I would just check in to report on my progress for the work I had already done.
"You look like you didn't get much sleep either, hmm?" she turned the question on me.
"No, I... couldn't. Yesterday was a bit... you know... hard."
"
Hard,
huh?..." she refrained from laughing.
I couldn't help but smile realizing my 'mistake'.
"You're going to turn this on me every chance you get, won't you?" I inquired.
"You started it" she replied.
"I did" I accepted the responsibility "...and look where it got me" I tried to be funny.
"Are you sorry?"
I looked at her again and I didn't know what to say. On one hand I was embarrassed by yesterday evening, I felt
in her debt
and having my fetish
exposed
. I felt vulnerable. On the other hand, her wit, open and self-conscious attitude about the way she looked and about the whole situation were somewhat toning down my unease.
"Never mind, you don't have to answer that" she added quickly. She was somehow sensing my vulnerability. She didn't feel like a... bad or... evil person. "So. Theo. Are you going to tell me what you came here to say?"
I sighed deeply. "I still feel... I dunno...
guilty...
about yesterday."
"Yes, you've mentioned that already. But that's not what you came here to tell me. D'you want me to tell you what it is?"
I looked at her, incredulous at her ability to completely understand how I felt.
"Something...
triggered...
you yesterday" she continued. "I don't know exactly
what I... did...
or
how
