Dream Dating Ch. 04

All characters in this story are over eighteen. This is a kind of modern-day fantasy story following a trans witch as she explores her powers and searches for the person of her dreams. It will be in multiple parts, mostly focused on the story with occasional sex scenes. You will have a hard time understanding what is going on if you have not read the previous three parts. If this is not to your taste you may want to look elsewhere. As always thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Claire was running late again. Just because she didn't have morning classes on a Thursday didn't mean she didn't have any classes on a Thursday as the exasperation on her statistics professor's face tried in vain to convey every time she arrived to class. Claire however was oblivious to the aforementioned expression, today more so than usual. Sophie had kissed her. Kissed her! Granted it was only a peck on the cheek, but it was after whispering sensually into her ear that she was "breathtaking when she cums."

The girl who had helped Claire identify her magical ability, who provided guidance and wisdom, which Claire often ignored, and who was a stabilizing presence in her and her best friend Mae's lives, had enjoyed seeing her cum. The prospect resulted in more emotions than Claire could process in that month let alone just that morning. So, she was late to statistics. It was at least in Claire's mind, one of the more understandable reasons for tardiness that she had had, tied with the times she had been chasing small woodland creatures across campus after repeatedly ignoring Sophie's advice that reanimation was best done indoors. At least this time she wasn't covered in pine sap and reeking of motor oil when she entered the classroom.

The emotions had come in waves. First, she was horny, very horny but regrettably no masturbating in the common areas was an explicitly agreed upon rule amongst her and her roommates after the events of move in weekend. So, naturally the second wave of emotion hit her as she was making her way back to her room, and failing brilliantly at hiding the erection that if asked she would deny having.

The second emotion was anger which kind of changed the nature of the masturbating she was definitely not planning on doing upon entering her room and thus exiting the common areas of the house. Although crucially it did not eliminate masturbating as her chosen response to these feelings. The fact that Sophie had seen her meant that she had been watching Claire's dreamscape without her knowing. That Sophie was powerful enough to do such a thing was in itself not surprising but that she did so without bringing it up as a possibility during their discussion yesterday showed that she didn't trust Claire. The fact that Claire had a history of not listening to Sophie and had Claire in fact followed Sophie's instructions the previous night, not dreamscaped, and especially not tried to have sex in her dreamscape again she would be at a much reduced risk of losing control of her mind to some random newbie witch whom she had met but whose precise identity remained an somewhat elusive.

She continued to bounce back and forth between positive and negative emotions like a yo-yo handled by a young toddler who hasn't quite mastered the art of yo-yoing and whose motions are more akin to jerking the yo-yo up and down.

Upon exiting communal areas Claire quickly shed her pajama pants, and the camisole she had been wearing. She had a spot of trouble extricating her throbbing boner from her panties but eventually she disposed of those as well. She fell into bed stroking herself slowly. She used her off hand to pinch and twist her nipples the pain sending delightful shocks to her dick. This played fully in to the mixture of anger and arousal that was coalescing in her chest. She closed her eyes feeling sophies lips on her cheek, and hearing Sophie's normally commanding voice contorting itself like a gymnast into this soft teasing whisper. She felt Sophies breath on here ear, as all the hairs on her neck stood on end. She imagined Sophie going further than she had, kissing down her cheek to her lips. Concurring that last bastion of propriety. She would surrender it willingly to feel those soft lips pressed upon hers. Her dick throbbed. She was getting close. Her off hand moved down her body reaching past her rock hard dick and parting her cheeks. It found her hole with practiced precision. First circling it then slowly pressing in. One then two fingers entered her. They curled upwards searching for her spot. They brushed it and her dick twitched. What had been at first a drop of clear liquid on the tip was quickly becoming a river. It spilled down her dick lubricating her hand. She began to press on the button deep inside her. Slowly stimulating it as the hand on her dick increased its pace like it was coming to the end of a racecourse. The pleasure built and built. She thought about Sophie watching her in ad out of her dreamscape as she tried desperately to get off. In the end it was those words that she never would have expected but now treasured all the more, that did her in.

"You are breath taking when you cum." Sophie had whispered with a perfect mixture of confidence and seduction.

With that she exploded. She felt the pleasure wash over her. Her dick gushing the clear liquid all over her bare abdomen. She continued stroking milking the pleasure as more and more cum spilled from her dick. The fingers of her other hand were now buried deep in her ass, as pleasure pulsed from her G spot. As the pleasure dissipated, she took her hand off of her dick and brought it to her mouth licking it clean. She basked in the afterglow of her orgasm until the cum began to cool on her abdomen. It was at this point that she realized she was late to statistics... Again.

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After her statistics lecture, of which she remembered two things neither relevant to the study of statistics, Claire began putting in place the plan that she had discussed with Sophie that morning prior to the revelation that had occupied most of the latter half of it. She needed to find out who the person that she had let in to her dream and had tried to fuck was. As she had learned belatedly once someone is let in to one's dreamscape, they gain some degree of control of that person's dreamscape and by extension their mind. This power increased with repeated visits. So, in inviting the person in the second time she had given over more of herself. This had been Sophies biggest concern, she had suspected that the other witch was a novice like Claire who similarly didn't fully understand the power they had gained. They needed to identify the witch in Claire's dream before whoever they were was able to start exercising these new powers over Claire.

Claire for her part had a secondary motive. She had felt a connection to the person in her dreams and wanted to find them to follow that connection. At the time she made the plan she hadn't quite accounted for the rather large bombshell that Sophie had placed so delicately, like cat bringing a fish, at her feet before softly slinking away. That... That had complicated things.

She had known who her visitors were when she was in her dream but because of the infuriating nature of dream magic she had forgotten who they were upon waking. The only semi tangible things she could remember after meeting up with them twice in her dreams was their auburn hair which had encircled her head when they tried to kiss, and their smell. She remembered the feel of their presence enough to know that she knew them in the waking world but not well enough that she would recognize them unprompted.

Sophie having spied on her in her dreamscape turned out to be quite useful as she had a better knowledge of sorcery and was more powerful than Claire was, in the way that a car battery is when compared to a double A, at least at present. As infuriating and deeply sexy as Sophie having seen what happened in the dreamscape was it also meant that she had been able to sense the person's magic. This meant that if Claire was able to narrow down her suspects to a few people together she and Sophie could probably identify them.

Claire ever the opportunist had used this plan of jointly identifying her mysterious nighttime suitor to talk Sophie in to letting her and their other roommate Mae throw a party. The idea being that Claire would invite her suspects to said party and together she and Sophie would identify one of them as the person Claire had been trying to sleep with in her sleep. At this point Claire had three suspects in mind. She had a feeling that she had probably run into her dream suitor the day after their first dreamscape meet up. Since they were probably a novice witch like herself it was likely even possible that they didn't remember who she was and hadn't been planning to enter her dreamscape. However, for a connection to It made sense that they would have been close by.

She would start by looking at the witches that she had run in to on Wednesday. The thing was that though sorcery was no longer criminalized being a witch was still considered a fairly private thing. People did not advertise that they practiced sorcery, and it was impolite to just ask. Most passed as non-witches and only practiced in private. The only person that she knew who was open about her sorcery skills was Sophie, and that was only because Sophie was powerful enough that hiding wasn't really practical for her. There were some tells though. A witch could usually get a sense if someone else is also a witch. It was just a vibe based on how people carried themselves, but it was hardly infallible.

Three people she had interacted with on Wednesday had set off her senses. The first was Jessy she knew them mostly through her best friend Mae, but they had always gotten along. They were a sorceries studies major like Mae. Although sorceries studies majors didn't practice magic as it was the study of how sorcery had shaped society, with discussion of casting spells a purely academic exercise. It did result in a greater knowledge of practical sorcery than your average college student though. She had only gotten a sense that they might be a witch a few fleeting times, but it kind of made sense. Their showing up out of the blue and starting a conversation was a little suspicious. Also, it had occurred to her since she had spoken to them that despite the current month's electric blue dye job their hair which was always some shade of blue or purple had grown out auburn roots. It didn't hurt that though Zoe had never been in a position to explore her feelings on the subject she thought their androgyne really worked for them. Plus, while Claire was not hung up on the idea of only dating other trans people there were some clear benefits to dating another trans person.

The next suspect was Zoe a really cute girl that Claire had been crushing on for some time in one of her bio classes. She had the requisite long auburn hair which she usually kept in a long braid down her back. She was always impeccably dressed but her fashion sense had always strayed into edgier outfits the kind of style that was stereotypically witchy. She had always seemed cool and confident in a way that spoke to powers and understanding beyond those of most of her peers. Claire had always liked her style and in combination with the on again off again crush on her Claire was nursing Claire was kind of hoping she would be the one. She also knew that when she was in lab with Zoe on Wednesday, something about Zoe had stood out catching her attention apart from the rest of her classmates.

Her third suspect, Elliot was also in that lab on Wednesday. Out of her three suspects he was the one she knew best although that wasn't saying much. He was her lab partner in that class, they had shared a number of classes in the past. She had worked with him long enough when to call her out on her shit. He was very smart but in spite of this he was pretty amiable and easy going. When they had talked on Wednesday, she had been pretty wrapped up in things, but she could have sworn he made some comment about wanting to be the person of Somone's dreams. Just like the other two despite keeping it up in a messy bun in lab he had long reddish brown hair. He had also always been suspiciously good at finding and dealing with the ways that magic affected their lab experiments. While this wasn't grounds for her to immediately assume he practiced sorcery in his spare time, and it could also be explained by the amount of time he spent in the library it was a little suspicious. Besides his intellect which Claire liked both on its own and especially when he was using it to boost her grades, he was very handsome. Their banter had sometimes had a bit of a charge to it, but neither had taken any steps to really pursue that.

So, with her three suspects identified Claire set out to ensure that they were all present at the party she and Mae were throwing the following night. This would give her and Sophie a decent chance to feel them out and figure out which of the three was really the person of Claire's dreams. She had invited Jessy on Wednesday on the assumption that Mae was going to invite them if she didn't. Which was not to say that she wasn't looking forward to them being there, just that they had always been closer to Mae. Although that might change in the near future she though.

Of the other two Claire reached out to Zoe first. Having gotten her number during a group project a long time ago and not having really texted since Claire had set up a meet ostensibly to talk about lab. When Claire arrived at the student run coffee shop that they had agreed to meet at, she found Zoe waiting outside. They greeted each other and got their coffees. During which time Claire could have sworn she caught Zoe staring at her ass with the subtlety of texted exclamation points. They found a table outside while Claire took the opportunity to outdo Zoe's unsubtlety. They made small talk for a bit until Zoe brought the issue that she thought was at hand up.

"So, you needed help with lab?" Claire realized that she hadn't really thought this through. If she really needed help, she could have just gone to Elliot seeing as he was doing better in the class than either her or Zoe. She opted to press on with her slightly less than cunning ruse regardless.

"Yeah, I just don't know if the daphnia in our trial are going to be affected by the change in conditions"

"Uh huh, this isn't just another excuse to stare at me some more?" Zoe asked cutting through Claire's attempted deceptions like a warm blade through dairy products.

Claire went bright red. She knew that her observations had lacked subtlety in class the day before but hadn't considered just how aggressively she had been eye fucking Zoe. Although Claire consoled herself, Zoe couldn't have minded too much, or she wouldn't have agreed to todays out of the blue meet up. Besides she rationalized she was pretty sure Zoe was eye fucking her back.

"No, but maybe..." Claire paused for entirely unneeded effect "I could invite you to a party?"

"Where you can stare at me more?" Zoe asked with a smirk. She took a sip of her coffee and leaned in slightly towards Claire.

"Possibly..." Claire replied. Searching Zoe's face for any sign that she was involved in Claires dreamscape escapades. Frankly this was going better than she'd hoped. While Zoe appeared to have bought precisely none of Claire's cover stories, she seemed agreeable to the party and beyond that interested in Claire. So, Claire in typical fashion raised the bet.

"If you would like me to stare at you more." Claire's grin was feline in nature. Zoe for her part kept cool and didn't give anything away.

"I am not opposed to the idea." Zoe replied coyly "When and where?"

"Well Mae and I are hosting a party at our place tomorrow night and we'd love it if you would come." Claire said getting to the crux of her questionably attempted subterfuge.

"Sounds fun I'm in." Zoe said with a smile, and eyes that were tiptoeing very close to the line of attempting to physically undress Claire as she spoke.

After the business was concluded they talked for a while until they finished their coffees then parted ways. Claire was taken aback by the relative lack of difficulty required to convince her. However, her next invitee would not be so easy.

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Thank you for reading. I Know this is probably pretty hard to parse without having read the first two chapters. If you did and even if you didn't, I hope you stick around. I know that it is pretty light on the sex, but I assure you we will get there. I just hope that I am making the journey there captivating as well. I appreciate any and all comments. I will try to get the next chapter out in the coming weeks.

- Sara