First of all I want to thank the people that liked and favorited the story, and quickly follow it up with a laugh at the expense of nearly all the people that commented. Apparently you don't know what CYOA stands for and you can't recognize a formatting error when you see one. Also wanted to point out that not a single person that was mocking my work was signed in. All of you were anonymous when you called it 'pathetic' etc.
It seems Literotica removed a good portion of my formatting, including the numbers that were supposed to lead you through the different storylines. This submission should fix that. Lastly, if you want to get the best experience with this story, open a word document and copy paste all the pages onto it. Then use Ctrl+F to find and replace "John" with the name you want, and do the same with "Sarah". There, now you're ready to read and have a good time. Do feel free to leave criticism, but I'll only pay attention to the constructive comments.
START.
As the sun sets at the end of yet another day, you keep yourself busy with dinner followed by a couple of distractions, as you usually do on Friday evenings. You've just finished cleaning up after yourself when the sound of a sharp knock at the front door makes you jump slightly. At this hour no one ever knocks, so you're immediately curious and just a little bit suspicious as you make your way towards the entrance to your home. You're going over any and all possible reasons for someone being at your place this late when you open the door a crack, to reveal Sarah standing outside, and jittering nervously when she sees you peer through.
"Hey John!" She greets you with a big smile and a small wave.
"Sarah... Hey. What are you doing here?" You reply whilst knitting your eyebrows together in confusion. You were glad it was someone you knew coming to your place this late, but it also raised more questions than say, a Jehovah's witness.
"I just needed to talk to you, I was in the neighborhood and figured you were probably still up. Is this a bad time or can I come in?"
"Oh right, sure, sorry about that." You apologize for what is obviously rude behavior considering the situation, and let her in. She hangs her coat on her arm as she walks in, looking around at your interior decoration. You walk behind her, locking the door and starting to ask about why she's at your place this late before she turns around and interrupts you.
"John, I really like you." She blurts out, obviously nervous but determined. "I've liked you for so long, at first I thought it was just a crush but it just got worse, and I know we've known each other for a while and I think I might... I think I might be in love with you."
She takes a deep breath after her long-winded declaration, throughout which she's taken a couple steps closer, ending up a mere foot away from you. Her breasts even closer than that as she breathes trying to keep her nerves in check. She's so close you think you can smell the shampoo in her hair, distracting you slightly from the issue at hand; from this sudden and unexpected confession.
You'd always entertained the thought of being with Sarah, much like you thought about any attractive woman in your life, but she wasn't asking to go on a date, she was confessing her
love
to you. Your eyes wide and moving down her body, you kick your mind into gear as you mentally review Sarah and the relationship you two have had so far. To be fair it's been quite simple and platonic up till now, with a few moments where you wondered if there was more to be had from your time together.
You've been lusting and admiring Sarah from afar ever since you met, eventually falling in love with her as well. You've never made a move because you weren't sure she even liked you that way, but hearing her say those feelings were mutual makes you happier than you've ever been.
You cup Sarah's face and kiss her, go to #1.
You've been physically attracted to her for a while now, but have only ever been interested in getting into her pants. You decide to see how far you can get with her despite not really loving her. After all, you've wanted to see what she hides beneath her clothes for a while, and if she truly loves you she won't mind showing it... Over and over...
You've always wanted to have a sex slave... Go to #2.
You're not interested in Sarah at all apart from her body, and even that isn't all that special to you. However, it would be interesting to see how far she'd go to show her 'love'.
You decide you want to see how far you can get her to go to prove herself to you. Go to #3.
#1.
You cup Sarah's face in your hands, feeling her warm skin on your palms, and press your lips against her own. Her eyes widen for an infinitesimal moment before the both of you let your eyelids fall. The sensation of her soft mouth opening up to let your tongue in intensifies as your eyesight disappears, followed by the soft fabric of her clothes upon your body. She pushes her breasts into your chest, her breathing becoming labored as she mewls into your mouth. Your fingers practically claw at her clothes as your cock hardens against her, resulting in a small gasp of need and arousal from the beautiful woman in your arms. You take the opportunity to playfully bite at her lower lip, eliciting another gasp and a smile from Sarah before she moans again.
"Please... John... It's so hot in here..." She whispers with a smirk, having already dropped her jacket on the floor. "I feel so... Overdressed."
Have her strip for you. Go to #4.
Undress her yourself. Go to #5.
#2.
It's been half a week since Sarah confessed to you, since you told her to live with you and 'see if you're compatible'. You didn't really worry about scaring her off since you didn't reciprocate her feelings towards you, so you shamelessly began to take the lead in the relationship. You decided that you would take a chance: if she submitted you'd have a (possibly literal) sex slave and she'd be happy to be with you. If she didn't and ran off, then you'd find someone else eventually; maybe someone you actually care for.