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 Second Lesson'
by V. Tarransky
Feb 2022
...And then: The Second Lesson
Holy... fuck. Ten...
feet...
long?
Feet?... TEN?
... I had difficulty
imagining
nails of this length. Not even the height of my living room would be able to accommodate this size. Even assuming they would somewhat curve and twist they'd still hang higher than the average human is tall, these would have to be...
dragged
around or... carried like...
luggage
. That is assuming that such a person would be able to
move
, but someone like this would probably be...
bound,
or...
confined
to...
long nail captivity.
Not to mention the
weight
of such nails that would pull on the hands and fingers. This would not be just
disabling,
this would be...
physical... punishment.
Ornating and decorating them could not be a humanly achievable task for the owner, presuming that some sort of body-art or very...
niche
beauty would be the purpose of such an endeavor.
The more I thought about it and the more I replayed in my mind the whole thing, the more it seemed to me that her obsession could not be about
living with
nails that long, but rather about
growing
them and maybe being somehow
out of control
of their growth. What little she let out from her experience before it peaked made sense somewhat if this was the case.
Eventually I had to admit to myself that I can't possibly begin to understand what was in her head, and that I may be wrong and there may be a perfectly logical explanation to her...
'passion',
as she called it. But... Hoooly... fuck!... I mean, I know I am obsessed and I am aware that there will always be some corners in my mind that I will never uncover, but... could she be
completely aware
of her nail obsession? How does one... talk about this? And without... doing...
more harm
to... someone who I was beginning to think of as a very... strange...
girl?
I did my best to avoid a confrontation with her, without being obvious, and to delay it as much as I could with all possible excuses and creating as many circumstances to make it immediately impossible for us to meet, but I knew it was inevitable that we would get face to face again. I felt like I was somewhat aided by fate in this, there's not much you can do to disguise your intention if a knock lands on your door and it's obvious that you're in.
We did some to and fro texting each other and on the phone and eventually five days later, exactly one week after the park encounter, we agreed to meet after business hours at my place.
"Hey, come on in," I opened the door after I heard her knock, and let her in. The light flashes at the tips of her fingers could not go un-noticeable.
"Hey, how've you been?" she replied as she passed by me. "Tough week? I could barely squeeze myself into your schedule."
I followed her to the living room where she took a seat on the sofa in the same spot where she sat last time. Again, a bag with fresh goodies from downstairs became the centerpiece of the coffee table.
"Yeah... Working remotely seems to give my boss the feeling that us working people are wasting time. So he's overloading the team with work. We have a backlog the size of an encyclopedia. But what do you do? How do you earn your... keep?"
While I was saying this I brought out plates, glasses and water and set them on the coffee table.
"Translations. My degree is in modern western languages. I speak, read and write in English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Dutch and I am certified on legal and financial matters."
"Wow... that's..." I counted in my head "...six? ...languages?"
"Technically, yes, but if you think about it, it's really only five that are... foreign... to me."
"...obviously" I agreed. "But, wow!... I guess it pays well?"
"When there's legal stuff involved or a lot of money at stake it does. But... really, I do anything that I can get my hands on. News, product catalogs, subtitles, dubbing, books... Anything. Even real-time online translations for broadcasts, these pay pretty well, too."
While she was telling me about her work I looked at her more carefully. Something felt different about her... she looked... more... I dunno... more
groomed,
more...
elegant,
more...
girly
somehow. Khaki blouse and a matching long loose skirt from under which I could notice black leggings down to just above her ankles, no socks, very thin and discreet anklet on one foot, black and rather... stylish leather closed toe and open heel slides. She also wore a pinkish gray shawl over her shoulders, which is... well... woman-ly, I've never seen a man wearing one, but-...
'Makeup! She's wearing makeup!'
I suddenly realized. Just barely noticeable, very not
'in your face',
just enough to... add a different feel to her persona. At the same instant I became aware of a hint of perfume, beside the usual freshly clean subtle smell usually surrounding her. Wow, it was clear that she was doing it just for me. To impress me. To...
'steer my feelings towards her'.
I thought it's... well...
cute.
"So. Sleep enough? Well rested? Started a dream journal?" I started on the 'official' topic of our meetings.
"I did better! I've had my first lucid dream!" she gloated.
"Really? Cool! That was... quick! So how was it? How did you feel?"
"It was... unbelievable to say the least. That's what gave it away actually. And... about that... There's something I gotta... know."
"Sure, what is it?" I poured water into the glasses and opened the bag. I was pretty hungry, the fresh pastry was spot on. I couldn't help but remember her 'peace offering' speech from a few days ago. Was she doing the same thing? Possibly... The significance of it, if there was one, was going to be revealed as we chatted.
"What...
exactly...
happened the morning when you came to talk?"
'Right. Not wasting any time, are we?'
"What do you mean?" I started eating a sausage roll.
"You came to talk. Two hours later I woke up in my bed feeling... very... uh... how to describe it?..."
"...in your own words... how did you... feel?"
"Erm... in a very...
very...
good... mood."
"That's nice. I wish that would happen to me more consistently. Ever since I started working remotely, I don't get that anymore. But lucid dreams do that to you."
"Yes, well... I never... have. Not like this time. That's why it's
unusual."
I chewed on my roll thinking about how to make her tell as much as possible of her version of that... experience, before we would 'compare notes' about it.
"So, what's the problem? Why not just... be happy about it and... I don't know... hope for more?"
"Come on, Theo... You were there. What exactly happened? When did reality... cross over? And... how?"
"Tell me how
you
remember it. I'm not exactly convinced of the reality of
my
recollection."
"Well... When I became aware that I'm dreaming I was already in bed."
"How did you know? ...I mean ...that you were dreaming?"
"I just... knew."
"Yeah, okay, you've become
aware
that it
might
be a dream, but did you verify it? Did you do a reality check?"
"No, I didn't feel the need to. It was...
obvious."
"...mmmyyyeeeah... a few days ago I made this very mistake. Even worse, my reality checks were true but I disregarded them in favor of... what
you
told me. But... how could you be so sure? What gave it away?"
"It was something you...
did...
in the dream, that could not possibly be real."
"I see." I waited for her to continue, but she was holding it back. I pushed her a bit. "Care to share? I mean I
was...
there, wasn't I? What did I do?"
"It's more something that you
said...
rather than
did."
I took over before she would ask me to re-play the 'socks' part. "I opened up to you Helen, at least that much of it is real...
I think?
Do you remember that? Can you... I dunno... confirm it?"
"You
tried,
yes. You didn't get to the bottom of your feeling of guilt though."
"True, but... Can't you do the same? Whatever it is, I'm not going to hold it against you."
She was thinking.
"What I don't get is how did it... get there? I can't find any gap in the unfolding of events as I remember-..."
I cut her off, trying again to divert her from asking it of me. "Let me ask you
this.
Did you have a plan of action?"
"I... think I did. I was going to... uh... erm..."
"Nevermind." I took over, feeling her unease. "Did you act on it?"
"Yes, I... think I did."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not sure?"
"Erm..."
"Whatever. How much of it did you complete? Did you get all of it done?"
"I... did."
"There. Be happy."
"Yes, but... I still don't get it. There's no... discontinuity in the events. Did I go to bed on my own?"
"Yes."
"So what happened? Did I just... fall asleep?"
"No. Do you remember why you went to the bedroom?"
"Yes, I took a shower and you were going to... do... me a... favor and then I was going to... give you a... hand, if I remember correctly" she smiled.
"Correct. And then what happened?"
"I-... No!
You
tell me, that's where it stops making sense."
I was out of ideas about how to go around it. This was proving, again, that I was a complete failure when I wanted to keep her from finding the truth. This was going to be...
interesting.
"Okay... okay... So." I tried to find my words. "We...
agreed
that we were going to
exchange... favors.
You remember that, right?"
