Arthur
It's midnight, and I still can't get away from her novel. I've already read several intimate scenes that shocked me. I never thought she could really describe such things. Still, I'd like to ask her, is this all a figment of her violent fantasy or does she really dream of such a powerful, crazy man? About having sex with him?
"You want me, Christine. You want to feel me inside you when I bend you over, spread your legs and thrust my cock sharply into you. That will tear you from the inside out as I slam into you hard and hard. Choking you until you tell me to stop. And you won't tell me to stop. You've become as vicious as I am. You need me just as much as I need you."
No, I can't stand it! I can't read this, I'm getting horny. And the worst part is that I now want to be in Hartman's shoes and do all this with Alex. Although at this point I have slightly different preferences and desires for sex with her. What am I supposed to do about it? I've already started caressing my cock, running my hand over the base and imagining how in place of my hand would be Alexa, who would move on me at a frantic rhythmic pace in the horsewoman position, and I would hold her by the hips with one hand, painfully and roughly squeezing her breasts with the other and thrusting hard on my cock.
I want my friend. My only friend. I'd never been like that, I'd always chased thoughts like that away from me, afraid to even dream about her. And now all these vicious thoughts overtake me.
"You will feel me deep inside you. I will plunge into you inch by inch, it will be very gentle and slow at first, but then it will be completely different. I will take you all the way down. I'll fuck you until I can't get a pulse out of you, until you're tired of screaming my name and your mouth is dry. Your soul, your body and your mind, all belong to me and will always belong to me. Christine! Do you understand that? And don't you dare question me. I don't want to kill you, but you're mine. You will never look at another man again. If you do, I'll kill him right in front of you."
Alexa, I wish you were here right now. I want you, and there's nothing I can do about it. Absolutely nothing. Damn it! Why did you let me read that novel?!
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Who was it that decided to disturb me, at this late hour? When I looked through the peephole of the door, I saw that it was Alexa.
"Open up, immediately Arthur," she shouted.
"Alex, wait a minute," I asked walking to the door, and opened it in front of her.
"Hey, why are you so early from your date?"
"Arthur, you're a real jerk. Why didn't you tell me right away?" she asked, and I already knew what she meant and smiled.
"Do you think it's funny? You set me up."
"No, of course not. It's just that you had to find out without me."
" I found out, and now I'm here."
"I can see that. I take it the date didn't go well. And you're blaming it on me."
" It was fine up to a point. But when he said he wanted to introduce me to his friend, and not just introduce me, but share me, then, I was speechless."
"I didn't think it would embarrass you."
"Do you think I'm a complete pervert?"
"No, I didn't say that. I just keep reading your novel, and I can't even foresee how the plot is going to unfold."
"It's all going according to plan. You'll find out when you read it."
"Are you really mad at me? How about a drink?" I asked, getting two glasses from the kitchen cabinet, and taking a bottle of white wine from the fridge.
"I think I've had enough romance today, Arthur. You better take me home."
"How did you get here? Did you take a cab? Or did he ask his driver to take you? 2
"What difference does it make? I came to tell you how you set me up."
"Okay, I get that. I'll just get my car keys and I'll drive you. You could've slept over at my place."
"Your place? You can't be serious right now, can you? And even if I were, I'd never spend the night at your place. So that suddenly, in the morning, your mother wouldn't come unexpectedly and say that, after all, a slut like me has ruined her only son."
"Why, you think so?"
" I know how your family feels about me. And what they say behind my back. And how they try to brainwash you and convince you to stop talking to me. They're against our friendship."
"Alex, the main thing is my attitude towards you, not what others say, including my family."
Yes, if she knew now, about my thoughts at this moment, which were reduced to only one problem, my physical need.
"That's what I appreciate about you, Arthur, that you've never depended on other people's opinions."
"I'm glad that nothing can stand in the way of our friendship."
"Who am I kidding now?"
"I am happy to have such a friend."
"And I am happy that I have such a friend."
"Well, shall we go?" Alex asked me.
"Let's go. I took the car keys out of my jacket pocket, and we left the apartment."
I got in the car, and she sat next to me in the passenger seat.
"Let's go," she said as she closed the car door. I turned on the ignition and we drove off.
She, looked gorgeous, sexy. With the dress, she didn't miss a beat. I wanted her right there in my car. Ahh, my mind, it all boils down to one thing.
"Arthur, are you all right?"she asked, noticing me looking at her and sighing heavily.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess it's just hot in the car," I said as I pressed the button on the remote to turn on the air conditioner, but it was broken.
"Look, stop, please, I want to take my dress off. You're, like, really hot in the car."
"What, right in the car? Is she kidding?"
"Yeah, sure," I agreed.
And then the real torture began for me. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She smoothly pulled her dress off over the top, leaving me in just her underwear. Through the bra, her nipples were visible, and the bikini, completely exposing her ass. God, what a great figure she had. I just wanted to rip everything off of her, take off all the unnecessary clothes, and fuck her right there in the car. Get a grip, Arthur.
"That's it, I'm done, we can go. At least it's not too stuffy. I couldn't breathe," she said. I wanted to tell her that now it is even harder for me to breathe because of her appearance, but I did not say anything, just started the car, and we drove away.
"Arthur, why didn't you go out with your friends tonight, or pick up another girl at the club? I take it that's all you do now, nothing serious?"
"Yeah, just like that. But you know, I'm just tired, and tonight I just wanted to spend some time at home. Especially since I'm really into your romance."
"Wow, even so, well, I'm impressed with your stamina."
"Thanks, we're here," I said as I pulled up in front of Alex's house.
"Thank you," she said as she got out of the car without even putting on her dress.
"Are you going to go dressed like that?"
"I'm not ashamed. The more so, my neighbors are used to my appearances."
"I understand, well, good night, - I said good night," I even did not get out of the car, as I was afraid to jump on her and take her right on the hood of my Maybach.
"Good night to you, too," she said, and left.
I stared after her for a long time, I wanted to jump up and run after her, but I didn't. I was afraid of getting over it all, and of losing her. So, after dreaming about the unreal for a while longer, I started the car and drove in the opposite direction, namely, to my house. If that's how it works, then all I have to do is keep reading her novel and dream about her in my own fictional reality.