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 Third Lesson'
by V. Tarransky
Jul 2022
...And then: The Third Lesson
For the next few days we've started spending more time together, however, she stuck to her word and kept me craving.
It was Thursday evening when I ordered online the nail products and equipment needed for the repair, but the weekend got in the way and the order was still pending in delivery. She also had some clothing catalog translation assignments to finish, and she had to work all the way through the weekend to keep the deadlines.
On Friday we both had to work each on our own and the day felt pretty empty, but from Saturday I was free while she still had to work. While she did that, I would go out and get back with some takeaway meals in which I couldn't help but notice a significant cutdown in carbs and sugar, I would ensure the coffee-flow to her desk and otherwise hang around on her sofa sifting youtube for tutorials and reviews on the nail stuffs that I had ordered for the repair. That is, on the occasions I could finally tear my attention away from her nails.
It was so... arousing watching her type using two pencils with rubber ends, because it was "less straining on my fingers and joints" as she said. Wrapping her hand over the mouse was a gesture of so much... sexiness, I... wanted to
be
her mouse. Keeping my hands away from re-aligning my dick in my pants became a conscious effort, simply because of the distraction it was to her. Each time I couldn't help doing it and moved one of my hands she would stop and look at me, like trying to make sure that I wasn't...
robbing
her of... the craving that was building up in me.
"Helen... relax, you're not going to finish sooner if you keep checking up on me" I said eventually "...and besides, you couldn't stop me if I really set my mind to it. I told you I'm okay with...
craving.
But I'll leave if I'm too much of a distraction."
She smiled an all-knowing smile and resumed her work.
"Mmmnooo..." she replied with her eyes on her laptop screen. "I like you here... with me
...watching
me ...and my nails," she continued, stealing a glance at me. "My mug is empty," she added and dived back into her work, while I would bring her a coffee refill and resume my efforts to try to not distract her from her work again.
Then on Monday we switched sides. She had finished working and was free, while
I
had to work.
She came up to my flat for coffee after she woke up and ended up staying until long after I started working. Dressed in her usual domestic outfit, those colorful socks and pink crocs I found to be a very... comforting sight, yet still a good cue to perform a reality check. No lucid dreams in the meantime, neither for myself, nor for her. I felt like the lucid dreaming quest was starting to lose momentum, so a bump to bring it back into focus I thought it should be on the agenda of the day.
She had brought her laptop with her and kept her phone handy, I presumed she wanted to be on top of things should some other freelance job opportunity come up. When I started working she also turned on her laptop and laid back in the corner of the sofa, with her feet up along one side of it, and her pc in her lap. She didn't have her pencils or mouse with her, and was awkwardly using her knuckles on the keyboard and the pad of her middle finger on the touchpad, with all other fingers stretched out and upwards, out of the way.
About three hours into my work and with two online meetings checked, all of a sudden she sat up straight, looking like all her attention was sucked into what she was seeing on her screen.
"What's wrong?" I asked as my attention was distraught by her sudden move from the code I was reviewing.
"Erm... nothing..." she shook her head and started to wave me off apologetically "nevermi-... can I show you something?" she pointed to her screen.
"Yeah... hang on a minute, just... let me finish this..." I replied going back to my code in the attempt to leave what I was working on in a state I would know where to resume from.
"Yes, yes, sure... sorry for that... when you get a minute... there's no... rush..." she continued as her attention went back to what she was looking at.
A few minutes later I got up from the desk, stretched and yawned preparing for a break in which I would give her attention.
"I'm going to get some coffee. D'you want some?" I asked.
"Why did you stop just for that? You should've said something, I'd have brought it for you!"
"I didn't stop
just
to get a coffee. You wanted to show me something. And at the same time I thought I'd have a short break."
"Oh, right!" she remembered. "Come!" she gestured for me to come quickly.
"Let me get the coffee first! ...I thought there was no rush?"
"Okay, okay, but after that come here, okay?" she continued. She was obviously excited about something.
I got back with the coffee cups and sat down next to her on the sofa. She pointed again to the screen which had YouTube open and a clip in which I immediately recognized one of the ladies quite well known in the nail-fetish realm. I smiled to myself and at her 'innocence' towards the online nail-obsessed people.
"Ah..." I said in acknowledgment, knowing that I was going to have to reveal more of my... knowledge about the nail-obsessing people.
"D'you know-... Have you seen this?" she charged directly into it.
"Erm... mmmyeeeah... I think I'm pretty much up-to-date with every... super-long nail...
occurrence
in the... online universe", I started my confession. "What about it? She no longer has them that long, by the way."
"Her too, huh?..." she smiled with a hint of disappointment. "I
did
have nails like those you know..." she pointed to the screen.
"Yeah, I know, you've shown me some photos."
"And... you... like... this stuff, right? Just... to be on the same page about my nail ...nonsense."
I looked at her.
"I would never call it nonsense, Helen. It makes all the sense in the world. To me at least. And obviously to you. And to at least a few more... nail addicts."
"There's...
more?"
she looked at me dumbstruck.
"'More'-...
what? More videos like this one? You can't be serious!" I laughed.
"No! More... like...
us.
Nail-... like you said...
-addicts."
I looked at her with
'are you serious?'
on my face, then at the screen, then back at her keeping the expression. Then, turning my palms upwards to suggest
'what am I missing?'
I pointed back to the screen and replied "...Obviously?".
Apparently this came as a shock to her. She was looking transfixed at the lady displaying her super long nails grown for at least five or six years doing various stuff.
"Didn't it ever cross your mind to look it up online?" I asked.
"No! I was...
content
with the knowledge that
I
was a freak, I mean... my nails have always been a thing of disgust to everyone around me once they grew past a certain length. I thought it'd be much too...
weird
for people to... do...
this"
she pointed at the screen. She kept looking. "How long has this been going on?"
"How long has
what
been going on?"
"The...
nail-addicts...
world! People... showing their... long nails on the internet!"
