Fantasia

I wake up wondering. Was my time with Nina last night all a dream? I look at my hand. No, I can still see the tooth marks on my hand. They have faded, as if I was bit by a real woman. But she could not have been real. THAT could not have been real.

My testicles feel as if they were emptied multiple times yesterday, so something happened at Fantasia. But I was only there for an hour. I am not capable of coming that many times in an hour. It is a bit of a stretch for me to have that many full orgasms in the ten or eleven hours of Miralea time that I experienced, let alone the one hour of this world that elapsed.

So something real happened as far as my body is concerned. But it could not have happened in the hour I was there. And none of it could be real. It can't be.

I ponder this during my shower. I am still pondering while I get dressed.

Over breakfast, I have a hope. Eric has been there before. Maybe he has an explanation. I text Eric:

r u available for lunch?

took your advice - have qs

I get back:

Giorgino's at 12:30? your treat

I reply:

c u then

explain it 2 me and i pay

The morning of work flies by and I get to the restaurant at 12:27. It's a nice steak and Italian place, by no means cheap, hence the brief negotiation over payment. It also has tables comfortably spread apart, so your neighbors are not forced to listen to your conversation, which I thought valuable today.

When he arrives, we give each other quick man hugs. Over craft beers and steaks, he starts the conversation. "So you went last night. Pretty amazing, wasn't it?"

"More than amazing. Impossible. Was your time all screwed up?"

"I didn't notice. I wasn't really tracking time."

"Well, based on the sun while I was in there, I would guess I was there for ten or eleven hours, which felt about right. We took a nap for a while together, so I can't be real sure. But my watch said one hour on the dot."

"You were outside? I never had an option of outside."

"Oh, I had two outside options and one inside one. What options did you have?"

"I had a choice of a women's locker room or a naughty teacher in a classroom the first time. The other three times I have been, I only have the naughty teacher. But I am not complaining. She is HOT! What choices did you have?"

"I had three choices: a harem with what looked like twenty women, a cheer leading squad practicing outside on a field, and a single beautiful maiden sitting by a creek waiting for her true love. I chose Nina, the maiden. I was, of course, her true love. And she bit me just before I left to make sure I realized she was real."

I show him my hand, where the bite mark is barely visible.

"Yeah, I have had some welts from ruler slaps in my session come back with me, so what happens in there is real, at least somewhat."

"So what is that place? And how did you find out about it?"

"I have no idea what the place is. Sam, at work, told me about it one time when Lily was away on a long business trip. I generally go once when she is gone for a whole week or longer. So what happened with your beautiful maiden?"

"We talked for a while, although she spoke in a completely different language than anything I have ever heard. It was almost singing. But I could understand it completely. I explained all about Amy and she told me about her life in her village, which is called Miralea."

"You just talked for ten or eleven hours? That wasted your time, buddy. And you turned down the squad of cheerleaders? I would have been all over that one."

"No, we did not just talk. But I would have gladly paid five hundred dollars to sit and talk with Nina for a day. We had sex three times, not counting when I ate her out or she masturbated in front of me. And after lunch, we had a nap, snuggling together nude. It was so nice to feel naked skin pressed against mine again. I have to say I was the happiest I have been in a year. And she told me she knew I would come back. And I will. Maybe tonight."

"She really has her hooks in you, doesn't she. Promise me you won't forget the real world out here, please."

"But what is that if it isn't real? We have both seen that what happens in there is real to the extent that it carries out to here. It felt real enough. The food I ate there filled me up. Come to think of it, I got hungry there. I should not have been hungry if my body was living in real world time.

"So my body clearly lived on Miralea time when I was in there. And it believed that it was real. And it is not just hypnosis or something. The bite mark and my multiple orgasms yesterday were all real enough to exist here as well. But I am not eighteen anymore, I cannot come three times in an hour. What would happen if I just ignored the gong and went to the village with Nina. Would I cease to exist out here? Does that world disappear when I am not visiting?"

"You always did overthink everything," Eric complains. "Go, enjoy getting your rocks off with your chick. Talk to her if that helps you get your rocks off. And then you feel better out here. But don't think too much about it. And don't get addicted to it. I don't know what it is. But it isn't this world and this is the one we have to live in."

"Do we? Have to live in this world instead of that? Anyway, I am going back tonight. And I promise to still come back, no matter what. I just need to see Nina again."

He shakes his head at me in disbelief.

I have a light dinner after work and then head straight to Wisteria Lane. The butler opens the door for me again, saying, "Good evening, sir. I must say last night I had not expected to see again you so soon. I assume you want the same choice again tonight."

"Yes, I do. I am sorry, but what is your name?"

"You may call me Charles, sir."

"Well Charles, I have a question for you. What would happen if I missed getting back in time after the gong."

"Trust me, sir. You would not like the experience. I highly recommend against it. And you would never be allowed to visit again if you do that."

We walk back down the hall to the desk and he pulls out the paying device.

"ApplePay again, I assume, sir?"

I tap my phone and then hand him the phone and my watch and he leads me to a different doorway off the hallway. I open the door and it leads to a small vestibule with a single door on the far side. I peer through the keyhole first.

I see Nina sitting under the cherry tree, but things are slightly different this time. The blossoms are all off the tree and it has a healthy growth of rich green leaves over it. The grass is darker, thicker. Nina sees me and smiles.

I open the door and step through. The handle disappears from my hand as I close the door behind me, along with the door itself and everything else connected to my world.

The sun is high in the sky and the air is hot. Despite the change in season, I recognize the same smell. The smell of Miralea. It is my smell of happiness.

Nina stands and opens her arms. I run to her and we hug and then kiss.

"I was hoping today was the day you would return," she says, almost singing, in her lyrical language that I somehow understand.

We sit down on the grass together. I take a moment to remove my socks and shoes; I need to feel this place, the grass between my toes, the warmth of the ground against the soles of my feet. I take a moment to let the sensations soak in. Those feelings are just as intoxicating to me as the sweet smell of the air and the music of Nina's voice. The stresses of my world dissolve in the glory of it.

One more deep breath before I turn to Nina, asking, "How long have I been gone?"

"More than two moons. I missed you everyday, but I knew you would be back this summer."

"For me, it was only yesterday that I was here. See, you can still barely see the marks you gave me on my hand."

She kisses my hand and then places it on her breast. "I need more than talking right now, Peter."

I massage her breast through the fabric of her garment. Then I reach both hands down to her waist and, as she reaches her arms up, I slide the garment off her and drop it on the grass beside us. I suckle on one breast and then the other, as she softly whimpers, until she says, in her lilting voice, "I have needed this so much."

I give my full attention to her breasts for another few minutes before she pushes me back, saying, "I need to fully taste you now."

She pushes me to stand up and kneels in front of me, unfastening my pants. I step out of them, kicking them to the side. I start to unbutton my shirt while she gently kisses my semi-erect penis. She slides her tongue up the underside of my shaft, eliciting a low moan from my lips, halting my work on the buttons. Her tongue reaches the tip and momentarily slides off; I take advantage of the lapse in sensations, quickly pulling the shirt the rest of the way open and discarding it.

The tongue now circles the tip of my almost fully engorged member. After a second orbit, she engulfs my entire shaft in her mouth, bringing a much louder grown from me. And growing my cock to its maximal size. She strokes her mouth up and down my shaft several times before pulling all the way off again.

I shudder as she licks the underside. She repeats the two orbits of the tip with her tongue before returning to engulfing my shaft in her mouth. This cycle repeats time after time. With each iteration, my groans get louder, my moans needier. I know I am not going to last much longer.

The next cycle, she pauses after her long lick up my shaft, saying, "Give it to me, Peter. I need your essence in me."

She looks at me as she says this and I can see the desire in her eyes. She returns her attentions to my throbbing member, engulfing it once again. She does not stop after her usual few strokes with her mouth. Instead, she adds her hand to my shaft, corkscrewing up and down just below her mouth.

This is more than I can handle, and roaring loudly, I release my torrent into her mouth. She continues to suck on my pulsating cock as wave after wave of my cum floods down her throat. My orgasm finally subsides, having produced more than I ever have before.

Once she is sure I have completed, she licks me clean and then looks up with me smiling, saying, "Thank you. That will help bring me back into balance."

I crouch down next to her and give her a long kiss and we hold each other tightly. Finally, I say, "It's my turn."

I push her gently backwards, until she is lying on the grass. I slide her skirt off to once again admire her golden mane and the gates of heaven within.

I lie between her legs and gently kiss her lower lips. I then kiss my way down her left inner thigh and back up. Reaching the meeting place again, I run my tongue along the lips, never entering the world inside. I kiss down and up her right inner thigh before running my tongue up her privates again, this time pressing it past the outer lips and into the delights contained within. My tongue finds her center of pleasure and circles a few times before returning back down towards her tunnel of love.

My hand slides down, spreading her lips for easier access. I lick all around the inside that is now exposed, making an occasional brief pass over her clitoris. Each such intrusion brings a low moan from Nina's lips. I finally focus on that most sensitive spot, alternating teasing it with my tongue and gently sucking and nibbling on it with my lips and teeth.

Her moans have become continuous and needy as my hands reach up to find her nipples. Her excitement continues to grow until she shrieks and pushes my head into her crotch with both hands. I have little choice but to suck on her clit as her thighs squeeze my head, clamping it more tightly in place. Her climax lasts for minutes, but she finally relaxes and I similarly relax my attention, shifting away from her clit.

I crawl up along her and we kiss passionately for several minutes, before I slide onto my side and gently roll her away from me. I curl against her back, bending my thighs against the back of her legs. I nibble on the back of her neck as my upper arm, wrapped around her, gently caresses her abdomen.

Nina reaches a hand between her legs to guide my recovered member into her, while my hand shifts from her abdomen to a breast. Her hand stays between her legs to encourage her next orgasm while I drive in and out of her from behind. Her self stimulation is welcome; despite my earlier release, I will not last long. A moment later, we do climax, once again in unison.

I hold her closely for a few minutes. The activity in the hot summer air has left a thick sheen of sweat over each of us. When my mostly flaccid member slips out of her, she says, "Come, we can cool off together in the creek."

We stand up, and holding hands, she leads me down the bank of the creek into a shallow pool still in the tree's shade. The cool water is just deep enough to cover our laps as we sit in the basin formed in the stream. Nina cups her hands, scooping up water that she pours down my back. The cold is initially a shock, but becomes refreshing as it trickles down my back, washing both my sweat and my heat away.

She scoops up another handful and I lean my head back. She slowly pours the water over my face. The water splits into a dozen little rivlets as it meanders down my torso to return to its home in the pool.

I cup my hands and return the favor, slowly pouring water down her back and then her front, almost ceremonially. Watching the water wash down her chest is sublimely erotic. One of the streams chooses to wash straight over a breast, her nipple creating a tiny waterfall as the water cascades past.

She breaks my zen moment by pointing to a spot on her abdomen that was not washed. I look at her sly grin and I think I know what she is suggesting.

I arc one hand and skim it across the water towards her. A large wave of water splashes across her front. She retaliates with a larger wave that covers my face. Soon we are both laughing as a full fledged splash battle erupts.

Finally, I call enough and we both stop and turn towards each other. Our eyes join and lock, we lean forward to kiss. I twist further around and we are now holding each other tightly. Her cool flesh is warming, as is mine; we had both become somewhat chilled from the cold water overwhelming us just a moment ago.

She breaks the hug, gives me another kiss, and stands up pulling my hand to come with her. "It's time to eat," her voice sings to me, in its beautiful language.

She grabs her basket and we sit cross legged under the cherry tree, facing each other. As with our last lunch, a hunk of cheese and small loaf of bread are the first food to come out. But she reaches in again and brings out a small clay pot.

Nina rips off a small hunk of bread and dips it in the bowl and feeds it to me. Honey! The richest tasting honey I have ever had the pleasure of having on my tongue. I follow her lead, tearing off a piece of bread, dipping it and feeding her. She now breaks off a piece of cheese and places it in my mouth. Once again, I follow her lead. We finish the cheese first, with one small hunk of bread left, she rips this hunk in two, scooping a big glob of honey on one half of it. A drop of honey falls as she guides the bread into my mouth.

The drip lands on the middle of my abdomen. She leans forward and licks my belly clean.

I take the last scrap of bread, loading it with honey before bringing it towards her. I make no effort to reach her mouth initially. I paint a long stripe of shining gold from her belly button up to the valley between her breasts. Only then do I feed her the piece of bread. I follow this by cleaning the streak with my tongue.

She reaches a finger in the honey pot and paints a stripe along my cheek before cleaning it with her tongue and a kiss. I paint a path up her throat and under her chin with my finger, only to immediately clean her with my tongue.

We now have an escalation of honey painting, until almost all of our torsos have been painted and tongue cleaned. She picks up the nearly empty honey pot and pours the last few drops over my member, which is once again showing life.

She licks my penis clean before moving beyond any pretext; she now sucks my cock purely for our sexual pleasure. I lie back and swing her around, giving me equal access to her own honeypot. We tease each other and please each other until we each succumb to the other's oral talents.

She lies on top of me as our bodies recovers from our climaxes, then swings around, lying against me, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her back. We fall asleep holding onto each other.

I am awakened sometime later when she tries to pull away from me; our bellies are sticking to each other. We are not good and truly stuck, but the skin gives a good smack as it separates. Feeling around each other's skin, we realize our tongue baths did not adequately remove the sweet stickiness.

Laughing, we head hand in hand back to the pool. We sit in the pool as I try to wash the honey off, but with minimal effect; the sticky residue is hard to remove.

Nina has been watching my struggles, giggling. She grabs a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool before saying, "Hold your breath."

She pushes me backwards, forcing all of my torso and head under water. Using her handful of sand, she scrubs the sticky streaks from my face. Finally, seeming satisfied that my face is clean, she pulls my head back out of the water. I gasp for air as she starts to scrape the remaining goo from my chest.

I push her away when she reaches for my penis with her handmade sandpaper. I have to admit though, my chest is no longer sticky. And is tingling and alive.

She places her handful of sand in my hand and falls backward into the pool, submerging all of her face and torso. I had not put any honey on her face, but I do scrub her throat and chin first, allowing her to bring her face back out of the water. I follow on to scrub her abdomen, her breasts and the valley between.

Once we are both clean, I offer her a hand up and we hug again. Nina sits in my lap, her legs wrapped around me, as we kiss. My member begins to stir anew; she reaches down to guide me into her, my penis hardening further as it enters. Unlike our earlier spooning, this is very leisurely sex, she slowly rocks on and off my cock as I fondle her breasts. After uncounted luscious minutes of intercourse, I am becoming anxious for my release. She reaches to find her clitoris. As I explode into her, I can feel her muscles squeeze my cock, pumping every drop out of me, as her own climax washes through her.

We kiss as we recover from our latest climaxes. We stay almost welded together as we finally talk.

"How were those many days since I was last here?" I ask her.

"They have been mostly good. I am sick most mornings recently, but that should only last another moon or so. And I hope the balance from your essence in me will help."

I think about what she just said. I lean back to look at her and ask, "Are you -?"

"Yes, I am with your son. Our son."

I lean forward and hug her tightly. And I start to cry. Amy and I had decided to have a child two years ago. After having no success for six months, she got a thorough checkup from her gynecologist, who discovered the lumps. Lumps that ended up being terminal cancer.

I am going to be a father after all, even if only in a fantasy world.

"Are you okay, Peter?"

I lean back and wipe the tears from my eyes. "These are tears of joy. I have wanted to be a father for years now."

I look at her carefully. "Should I stay here with you?"

She looks back at me with horror. "You cannot do that Peter. Everything would be ruined. I do not understand how yet, but everything will work out and you will help me raise our son. Be patient and trust me."