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Dream vs Reality - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 10:00:06 +0000 UTCWeeks turned into months, and J’s life had shifted in ways he never expected.
He still texted his Dream Girl every day — his European beauty, the girl on wheels who had haunted his mind and stirred his fantasies for years. But now, alongside that, he was also falling in love with Lisa.
Lisa was real. Lisa was here. She was in his arms on Saturday mornings, tangled up with him under the covers, her laughter filling his apartment, her wheels clicking softly on the floor when she rolled over to kiss him.
He should have felt guilty. But strangely, he didn’t.
Lisa knew. She knew about his fantasy girl. She even asked about her sometimes. Lisa was open, curious, nonjudgmental — the kind of partner J had never imagined he’d have.
So when she leaned over at breakfast one morning, scrolling on her phone, and casually said, “Hey, if we fly to Italy this summer, maybe we could have a layover in Frankfurt… maybe you could meet your fantasy girl,” J nearly choked on his coffee.
“You’re serious?” he asked, eyes wide.
Lisa grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Why not? I know it’s a wish of yours. And I want you to feel happy. Besides, I’m not jealous. I’ve had some experiences with women too. She’s part of your life. Maybe it’s time you meet her.”
J sat back, heart racing. This was everything he’d dreamed of — and so much more. Yet somehow, it scared him.
That night, lying awake in bed while Lisa dozed beside him, J’s mind ran wild.
He imagined the three of them in a hotel bar — Lisa in a tight black dress, Her in something sleek and red, their legs crossing, their eyes meeting, their hands brushing.
In his fantasy, they’d end up back in a hotel room. The two women would kiss first — slow, exploring, their hands wandering, their mouths tasting. Her delicate fingers on Lisa’s skin, Lisa’s laughter turning into soft moans.
And J would watch, aching, desperate, until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
His hand slid down under the sheets. His breath caught. His hips lifted.
He came hard, stifling a moan, his body shaking with the force of it.
The next morning, still flushed with excitement, J texted his Dream Girl:
“Hey, Lisa and I are planning a trip to Europe. There’s a chance we’ll have a layover in Frankfurt. Would you like to meet us? Maybe have a drink?”
He waited, heart pounding.
A few hours later, while sitting in his patrol car on a long, quiet shift, his phone buzzed.
Her reply lit up the screen:
“Wow, that’s exciting! Let me think about it. Can you share more about this idea? I guess I would be open to it, but what do you both expect? We need to agree on the conditions: payment upfront. No drinks before we meet. I am not to be held accountable for what happens in your relationship. If this is something you both want…”
J’s hands trembled slightly.
It was happening.
That night, after his shift, J stumbled into his apartment, exhausted but high on adrenaline.
His phone buzzed again — a message from Lisa:
“I booked the flights. One night layover in Frankfurt.”
J laughed, staring at the screen in disbelief.
He was the luckiest man alive.
He had both: the woman he loved, the woman who filled his bed and made him laugh — and the woman he’d desired for years, the dream he’d carried quietly inside, the fantasy he’d thought would never touch reality.
“Two weeks from now, Friday night. Can we meet at the Frankfurt airport hotel?” J messaged his Dream Girl.
J leaned back on the couch, his head spinning.
He thought about how far he’d come — from lonely nights jerking off in his dark apartment, staring at Her photos, to this: a real trip, a real meeting, and a partner who didn’t just tolerate his desires but encouraged him to explore them.
For the first time in years, J felt light. Free. Alive.
This was happening. This was real. And so the countdown began.
