Gay boy chat composure quickly returned when it occurred to me that for her to know about my fictional gay adult chat for her character and to suspect my real lust for her, Rhonda must have read the entire novella. Perhaps some of my other stories as well.
She started to answer, but I cut her off.
"And how did you come to read my story, anyway?" I asked playfully and a bit more confidently now. It occurred to me to ask if she had cum after she read the story, but I resisted offering the obtuse play on words.
She was unflustered and surprisingly honest. "I enjoy reading and writing erotic literature. It is very 'stimulating'.” She verbally punctuated ‘stimulating.’ “And I especially liked your stories.” So, she had read my other stories! “A girl friend of mine had read ‘Irreconcilable Differences’ and told me she thought Sherry sounded a lot like me. I gay boy chat wait to read it. So while I was a young surprised, I wasn't offended when I realized that I had become a character in one of your stories. And it became a personal challenge to try and identify the author."
She glanced around the library to make sure no one else was in hearing distance.
"In fact, our fictional sexual experience together was very, very satisfying to me as I read the story. I suspect your attraction to adult video chat software character explains why you spend a great deal of time here in the library on days when I'm working."
She stopped talking, but in only a few seconds, our eyes exchanged messages far more precise and powerful than words could express.
"Does your husband share your interests in erotic literature?" I asked.
"Probably no more than your wife shares yours," she responded insightfully.
"So...?" I queried.
"So, I think we should discuss our shared interests somewhere else at some mutually convenient time," she whispered.
“Where would you suggest?” I asked.
“Well, my friend who put me onto your stories has a house out in the country. She’s gone for a week, and she asked me to watch the house and tend her pool. Why don’t we meet there? I’m not working tomorrow. How about 2 p.m.?”
I nodded in agreement. My mouth was too dry to talk. She unnecessarily but intentionally bent lower over the table, revealing even more of her unencumbered white breasts beneath her gay boy chat dress and sweater. I glimpsed just the tops of her enticing aureoles...and something else that made me instantly hard. She knew what I saw and the effects that brief glimpse video chat software on me.
“Here are the directions,” she said. |
