ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

ᏨᏲᾀᑬt⁅ᖇ ຮ⁅v⁅Ṉ

⚠️Warnings: mildly smutty, dreams⚠️

That night, I dreamed of David and his gang. I would berate my subconscious in the morning for latching on to such a dangerous fantasy, but, at the moment, it felt right.

They flew through my window one by one. I'd left it open in the hope that they'd come. Marko entered first, then Paul, then Dwayne, and lastly, David. Their imposing presence made I feel small, and yet I didn't fear them.

"Can I come with you?" I asked. "Please?"

I've heard of their adventures. They'd taken Michael, and I hoped they'd take me, too. Even if it was only for one night, even if I never saw them again, I wanted to experience the thrill of them.

David kneels by my bedside, smiling impishly. He cups my rosey cheek, smoothing the pad of his thumb across my lips. "All you had to do was ask."

When he gives me his hand, there's no hesitation on my end. I intertwine my fingers through his, and David lifts me out of bed. Sudden weightlessness fills me from the inside out. I look down and notice my feet no longer touch the ground.

I'm flying.

They sore through my open window, into the night. David never lets go of your hand. Santa Carla lays below me, its brilliant lights still aglow at this hour. I've never seen something so beautiful in my entire life.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning," one of them joked.

The scenery shifts and warps until we're no longer over Santa Carla but somewhere entirely new. Lush greenery surrounds us on all sides. Dead-ahead lies a massive tree. They're heading straight towards it. Somehow, I knew it was a treehouse. Their treehouse.

I pass through the tree's bark and wind up on a bed of moss. It's soft against my nude skin. Vaguely, I wonder when my clothes vanished, but that doesn't matter.

Their hands petted every inch of my exposed flesh. I laid, spread out like a meal for their devouring pleasures. Hands turned into mouths, and tongues licking and sucking on my breasts, my neck, and lower.

"Join us, Wendy Bird." Their voices warped together, whispering one over the other. "Be our Lost Girl."

The pleasure was intense. Their faces blended together. I could never fully see them. Only feel them. I felt as they ground themselves against me. I could hear their laughs, their breath moans.

It all came to an abrupt stop the moment I felt a cockhead press into me. It was so vivid, so real, that when I awoke the following day, I was disappointed to find myself in bed. Alone. But, most of all, I was disappointed I hadn't told them yes.