[Fiction] The Good, The Bad, & The Dirty

[momo]

So recently I've been promising a fantasy of mine in my blog... Here it is d:

I've been thinking (well more like fantasizing), and I've realized my fantasies get... well, kinkier and kinkier. It's like I have some sick obsession. Some thirst for more and more kinky s*x, and it keeps getting more unbearable. I've been trying lately to calm this... well, obsession with s*x, and I simply can't. It just won't happen. I'M ADDICTED!

Now, of all the fantasies to talk about, I figured I'd started with my most frequent, yet ever growing fantasy of a threesome. It used to start with one guy at a party and has gradually grow to a gang bang type of idea...

So here it goes:

PART ONE: "Surprise"

Sitting on the edge of a counter in her beautiful, but average sized summer apartment, Ana was thirsty. But not for a soda or even some water, for a boy. Or more like a man. He was in his mid twenties, a couple of years older than her, tall, dark and handsome. Sounds cliche, but it was true. At 6'1, he didn't tower over her, but still made her feel comfortable and safe. He was the height she had always dreamt of, something she didn't come acrossed often, throughout most of her life. Not to mention, those piercing minty green eyes. They weren't dark enough to eat at your soul, but they made her crave him like minty chocolate chip ice cream on a hot summer's day. Needless to say, he was... delicious.

He was also... unaware of her when she had been standing two people behind him in line at the store. Something she wasn't used to. As a young adult, she was used to more than a moderate amount of attention, and she liked it (what girl wouldn't?). But now she was wishing she hadn't been so comfortable with it. He hadn't noticed her. Two people behind him in line and he hadn't noticed her! She could've said hi, even gone up and hugged and kissed him. After all, it wasn't as if he was a stranger.

He was her master. Her best friend on getdare (a website she had become fond of within her last years of High School). And what she hoped... her possible next boyfriend. Maybe more.

After years of texting, calling, and all sorts of communication, there was no way she couldn't recognize him. But she couldn't just walk up an say hi. How could she explain the coincidence of running into him at the store? It wasn't exactly a coincidence that she was in the same state as him. She had purposely moved there for the summer to surprise him, hoping that it would make him delighted. But if she just ran into him at the store before she even told him she had moved, it might seem stalkerish. She hadn't told him yet about her love of travel. Dang, she wondered. Why didn't I just tell him ahead of time so I don't feel like such a creeper? How am I going to explain this over the phone? Oy.

She pondered on how to tell him. To tell him she was available all summer. No restrictions. No parents. No legal risks. She wasn't a minor anymore. She was half way through college. Which also meant she should have out grown this shy, "chickening out" phase of life, but she didn't. She was still as shy, timid and socially awkward around guys as ever.

She never imagined talking to him in person would be so difficult. They'd talked for years and talking to him always came so easy to her. But now that she could finally spend some quality time with him, she couldn't make up a sentence. Couldn't utter a few simple words. Or even one. "Hi."

*Ring...ring...ring*
Oh my gawsh! It's ringing, but he's not answering! What if I make a fool of myself?! What if this is a mistake?! What if he's met someone else not expecting me to ever really come see him?! What if...

And right then he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey hun. How are you?", she said with the biggest smile on her face.

"Uh ok. You?"

"Amazing... Hey hun. I've been meaning to talk to you about..."

"Wait wait! Hold on a sec."

Oh no... The longer this takes, the more the pressure is building in my chest. What if it comes on like word vomit? What if I can't spit it out?" Her mind raced as she waited for him to come back to the phone. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she expected.

"Hey sorry. What's up?"

"Well... uh. I really don't even know where to begin. I feel so weird saying this. Maybe I..."

"Just tell me."

"Hm... well I guess... No nevermind. Um how was your day?"

"I thought you were over that. You know I hate when you 'nevermind' me. Just spit it out."

"Ok well... I'm in Florida."

"What is this some sick joke?" *laughs*

"No really... I'm here for the summer. I came to spend time with you. I thought I'd surprise you and come visit... Don't worry though. I've got my own temporary place. I won't follow you around like a puppy dog all day... Unless you want me to." *giggles knowing he'd understand the reference*

*laughs* "Maybe I do, baby. How long did you say you're here for? All summer, right?

"Yes," she says, trying not to scream with excitement as she realizes what an opportunity this is.

"Wow. So when do I get to see you?"

"Well... I saw you earlier actually, or at least your identical twin." *laughs nervously* "I guess you didn't notice me though. I went to the store and saw a guy that looked just like you. Considering the innumerable amount of similarities, I figured it was you."

"Woah. You mean at Walmart?!"

"Yea. I was going to say hi, but didn't want to risk it if it wasn't you. Or if it was you, creep you out, since I hadn't called you yet."

"You should've come up baby! Though now that I think about it, I might have been a little... confused." *laughs*

"Yea. I didn't see you 'til I was in line. I was so excited and nervous. But I'm glad I waited." *laughs* "After years of waiting you'd think I'd like run into your arms or something. Guess this isn't one of those comedically romantic movies though." *giggles again*

*laughs some more* "Yea. So do you think we could hang out tonight? I really want to see you, baby."

"Yea when and where?"

(A few minutes after discussing the details.)

"Alright. I love you," she said for the first time verbally; not sure how he'd respond.

"Yea. Bye baby."

*DIAL TONE*

Well that's not quite how I expected to end that conversation, but ok. She thought. She was a little frustrated that now that she was here, after years of loyalty to him, that he still wouldn't say it back, but she vowed to herself she'd never rush or pressure him to say it.

Besides she didn't have time to worry about it. It was already six in the afternoon. She was to meet him in an hour and a half at a closeby bar/resturant and she wasn't even close to ready. Time to pick out her best outfit! Oh who was she kidding... She already knew what looked best on her.

It was a dark black mini dress, tight enough to show her every curve, but not the slight line of her lacey white thong and matching bra. She knew she wasn't allowed to wear underwear, but this was a dress, and besides... what fun would it be if he didn't have to work a little to get her undressed later. The dress also had a silver and shiny lime green design. It was pretty, but not the most expensive piece of clothing she owned. It still looked rather interesting, not cheap, definitely elegant. She loved that dress, and it loved her. Hugging every curve. Knowing what she loved to flaunt. It was short enough to show 85% of her legs, but long enough to at least cover her bum; and it cut rather low in the cleavage area, but being her favorite parts of her body, how could she not show them off a little?

Adding the finishing touches: makeup (light on everything, but smoky shadow to bring out her eyes), hair (curled, but pulled over her left shoulder in a long, loose pony), and black, strappy sandals(he may have been taller than her, but not enough for her to wear 5 inch heels). She was ready...