The Literotica Sex Convention

What started as an off-hand comment by

AlexFourways

in the 2024 Holiday Contest support thread and then encouraged along by

Morevanila

,

has grown into a full-blown Literotica Author's Challenge! I'm thrilled to be able to give a little bit back to Literotica (this site was where I started my erotic fiction journey in 2023!). It's been a crazy ride!!

I've used some characters in this story (with many more to come in Part 2!), so check the afterword for links to those authors. If I have missed anyone, please let me know and I will make the changes.

Of course, I want to thank

Figjamkiss

for editing and proofreading my work. And

AlexFourways

who has been with me almost from the start of my Literotica (and beyond) travels. I cannot thank them enough. My stories would be so much less without their friendship!

This was a fun challenge... and a challenging challenge. I'm so used to just writing whatever my mind spits out that having to research and accommodate and work in different ideas was tricky for me. But I like what I came up with and I hope that you will, too!

If you'd like to begin at the very start of my journey, please click here:

The First Blowjob

Enjoy!

Love, Frey

My Stories

💖 💖 💖 💖 💖

"Hey, Alex, we got a thing from... Literotica.com?" Freya was holding the mail in her hands, looking quizzically at the pale blue envelope on top.

"What's Literotica.com?"

Before Freya could answer her husband's question, there was the loud -- and familiar -- "thud, thud, thud, thud, thud" of Cynthia bounding down the stairs. This was followed closely by the lighter, more graceful footfalls of Katie. The door slammed open as Cynthia rushed into the first-floor apartment.

"Did you guys get an invite thingy from Literotica?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Freya held the still unopened envelope up for Cynthia to see.

"What is Literotica.com?" Alex asked.

"A porn site that Cynthia likes," Katie answered. "Apparently when I'm not enough girl for her -- or when she needs a penis fix and you're not available."

Cynthia glared at her fiancee. "It's an

erotic fiction

site. It's not porn."

Katie rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," Cynthia warned.

So Katie stuck her tongue out at Cynthia.

"And don't you stick that out unless you're going to use it."

Katie wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes again.

"Hang on!" Freya interrupted the constantly ongoing lover's quarrel between the two girls, and looked at Alex. "Why... exactly... are we getting mail from a porn site?"

For no reason, except that it sounded like something that he should be feeling guilty about, Alex suddenly felt very guilty. "I don't know," he answered honestly.

Freya continued to frowningly stare at him.

"I don't know," he repeated, and immediately realized that by repeating his honest denial, he sounded even more guilty. But that didn't stop him from adding, "Honest."

"Who cares why!" Cynthia said, finally catching her breath. "You're missing the big picture, here." She flopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs and turned to Katie. "Could you make me a cup of coffee, please?"

Katie performed an exaggerated curtsy. "Of course, Your Highness."

"Frey, do you guys have any muffins or donuts or anything?" Then Cynthia turned to Katie. "And don't you mumble 'fatass' under your breath. We all know that I'm just built for comfort. Besides, I'm sexy as fuck just as I am."

"You're crude is what you are," Katie told her.

Cynthia smiled sweetly back at her. "How's that coffee coming?" Then disregarded Katie by turning her attention back to Freya. "Open it."

"But why did Alex and I get --"

"Open it!" Cynthia practically shouted.

Freya tore the envelope open and pulled out a single thick card. Cynthia peered at it from across the small table then pointed at it. "You got the same invitation!"

"Invitation to what?"

"Literotica is hosting a convention and it's invite only. And we've been invited!" Cynthia's excitement was palpable and contagious.

But Freya was still unsure. She looked at Alex and then back at Cynthia. "I don't know if I want to go to a porn convention."

"It's not porn," Cynthia reasserted. "It's erotic fiction with all of the high standards that are placed on all of the greatest literature. It's very high class writing."

"For people to masturbate to," Katie added as she placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Cynthia and a small bowl of cut strawberries next to that.

"Fruit?" Cynthia grunted. "Really?"

"Enjoy," Katie said with another curtsy.

Frowning, Cynthia took a sip of the coffee. "At least the coffee's good," she mumbled.

"But why are

we

invited?" Freya asked, suspiciously eyeing her husband again.

"Because we're awesome!" Cynthia brayed.

Katie placed a bowl of cut strawberries in the center of the table, followed by some small bowls and forks for everyone else, then sat down in the fourth empty seat. "Because there are... certain stories on the site."

"Right. Erotic fiction. Cynthia explained all of that." Freya shrugged. "But what does that have to do with

us

?"

"Some of the stories

may

involve..." Katie's voice trailed off as she pursed her lips and threw an accusatory glare at Cynthia.

Both Freya and Alex looked over at Cynthia.

"Stories may involve what?" Freya asked.

Cynthia puffed her cheeks out and looked over at Rio, Freya and Alex's dog, sleeping on his bed in the corner. Without looking back at her friends, she muttered, "There are some stories that... use your names..."

Katie giggled. "Oh, it gets better."

"Better?" Freya asked, still staring at Cynthia.

With no small amount of glee, Katie urged Cynthia on. "Tell her what Story Freya looks like."

"Story Freya?" Freya asked.

"Well... she..." Cynthia stammered until Katie impatiently interrupted.

"Story Freya looks

exactly

like you!"

"What?" Freya asked but it was more of a statement. "Cynthia, look at me." Reluctantly, Cynthia did. In slow measured tones, Freya asked, "Cynthia, what's all of this about?"

Cynthia bit her lower lip, then admitted, "Sometimes I write little stories and I use our names... and... likenesses in some of them."

Freya blinked a few times then took a deep breath and in the same low voice that was really starting to frighten Cynthia, asked, "You wrote porn stories about me?"

"Erotic fiction. But they aren't just about you. They're about all of us."

"And that makes it better?" Freya exploded as Cynthia shrunk down into her chair. "You wrote porn stories about me and my husband?"

"And me and Katie," Cynthia offered hoping that would somehow make things a little better.

"And Rio," Katie crowed, clearly enjoying seeing Cynthia squirm.

"You wrote pornography involving my dog?" Freya shouted.

"No! No! I don't write bestiality," Cynthia stated. "My stories are cute. And totally vanilla."

Adding fuel to the fire, Katie piped up with, "Like the time that Alex accidentally stuck his wiener in your butt."

Freya's face dropped. "I told you that in confidence, Cynthia!"

"You told her that?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I tell them everything. They're my best friends." Freya dismissed him with a distracted wave of her hand, never taking her sights off of Cynthia. "So, let me get this straight. You wrote stories -- intimate stories -- about

us

... and made them public on a porn site?"

Cynthia opened her mouth to speak.

"And don't you

dare

say that it's

erotic fiction

again," Freya warned. "You're writing true stories about my life."

Cynthia closed her mouth and after a moment, slowly lowered her eyes and nodded.

Freya sat back in her chair. "I'm absolutely mortified," she said to the silent room.

Unable to look at her friend, Cynthia mumbled, "I'm sorry. They're just a few silly stories."

Freya sighed. "How many is a few?"

There was a pause and Freya knew that the answer was not what she wanted to hear. Quietly, Cynthia admitted, "Fiftyish."

Nodding, Freya repeated, "Fiftyish. That's lovely."

Cynthia looked up with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Frey. It was just a fun little hobby. A couple of stories. But then... people started to respond..."

"Respond?"

"People wrote to me about how much they liked the stories. How much they liked the characters. How much they cared about

us

."

"But they don't even know us."

"But they do. They know us through the stories. They know about Katie. They know about you guys. They know about me. My... childhood... Well, a little bit about that."

Against her will, Freya started to sympathize with Cynthia. She knew how difficult Cynthia's childhood had been and if she had written even a small sampling about that, how difficult

that

must have been for her. And, of course, their shared life-long friendship started to play into Freya's softening feelings. Three girls being best friends for their entire lives is a pretty unshakable bond.

Cynthia continued. "They know about Katie coming out to me. They know that we all... fool around together."

"You mean people that know us could read these stories and... know things about us? Private things?"

"I'm sorry," Cynthia moaned. "But a bunch of the stories I totally made up. Like Katie and me going around to all the malls having sex with Santas."

Freya looked at Cynthia like she was insane. "That doesn't make it any better! People will think that really happened!"

"No. No. Readers know that those stories are made up. I call them 'Alternate Freya-verse' stories. They're not real. And I made up a story about Katie being an autistic goth girl."

"That was a fun one," Katie piped up. "In that one, Alex --" Then she stopped.

Freya turned to her. "Alex what?"

Katie suddenly looked like a brain-damaged deer in headlights. "Um... We dated."

Turning back to Cynthia, her anger rising again, Freya asked, "You wrote a story where

Katie

was dating my husband?"

"Well, in that universe, you hadn't even met him yet," Cynthia explained. "See, it's actually kind of clever. I have these side stories where different things happen that didn't really happen. Like Katie dated Alex. One where I dated him. I have a story where you're --" Cynthia froze for a second, and then quickly added, "With someone else."

"With who?" Freya asked. "And don't you dare lie to me. You know that I'll know."

Cynthia took a deep shuddering breath and wiped her eyes. "In that story, you're... a woman who... knows what she wants..."

"And?" Freya prompted.

"And... knows how to get it..?"

"And in this story, Cynthia, how do I 'get what I want'?"

Cynthia licked her dry lips. "With sex."

"You made me a slut?"

Alex sat up at attention when he heard this and Freya gave him a wiltingly stern look. "Go walk the dog," she ordered him. He frowned and slunk off to take Rio out.

"You made me a slut?" Freya repeated.

Cynthia nodded sadly. "But I can change the names in that story. I'll change your name to Delilah or something."

"And what is it that I use sex to get in this story?"

Barely audible, Cynthia whispered, "Money."

Freya leaned forward, halfway across the table. "So, I'm not just a slut? I'm a whore?"

Shrinking back, Cynthia said, "But hardly anyone read that story. Nobody liked it."

"You wrote a story... about me... made me out to be a whore slut? You slandered me --"

"Libel," Katie interjected. "Slander is

saying

something damaging."

Freya gave Katie such a look that Katie immediately decided never to speak again for the rest of her life.

Freya then looked back at Cynthia with the same incendiary fury in her eyes. "You libeled me... lied about me... and published it online for the entire world to see... and then on top of all of that, your story sucked?"

Cynthia nodded morosely.

"Please tell me that you didn't use my real last name, at least."

Cynthia's brow wrinkled.

"Cynthia." Freya fell back into the chair. "Are you kidding me?"

Sobbing, Cynthia explained, "I couldn't think of a good last name."

"Smith! Jones! Fucking Rodrig-anydamnthingonearth-ez!"

"But you're not Hispanic," Cynthia wailed.

"I know I'm not Hispanic, you fucking imbecile!"

At this, Katie decided to speak up. "Freya! She's not an imbecile! She feels terrible! She's sorry!" Then she added, "They're just fun stories."

Freya slumped in her chair. After a few long moments, she sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't believe you wrote stories about my life."

"Well, you're the star of our lives." Although Cynthia figured a little flattery couldn't hurt, it was also the truth. They all had strengths and weaknesses, but the two girls -- and, of course, Alex -- were bound together by Freya. Everything always came back to her. In the wild amorphous blob that was their friendship, Freya was always the center. "And now, you're the star of a series of stories."

As they say, flattery will get you everywhere.

"

I'm

the star of the stories?" Freya asked, starting to feel less offended by Cynthia's stories.

"Well... yeah."

"What? You hesitated."

"Well, you're the star as I write them... But it seems that readers like me and Katie... a little better."

"Better than me?"

"Just a little. Maybe."

"Oh. Well, sure. Sure. That makes sense. You guys are lesbians. Guy readers would like that." Then Freya looked at Cynthia's face and knew that there was still more. "What?"

"Well, there are plenty of lesbian scenes with you in them."

Suddenly re-offended by the stories that she had never read, yet had previously found so offensive -- and then not so offensive -- Freya asked, "What don't they like about me if it isn't just the 'spank factor' of hot girls going at it then?"

Cynthia winced a little in preparation, then admitted, "I think readers just like our... banter."

"The way you guys argue all the time?"

"Yeah." Cynthia nodded carefully. "They think we're fun."

Hurt, Freya implored, "

I'm

fun."

"In real life you totally are," Cynthia said. "But in the stories... you don't come across quite as fun." Then she quickly added, "I mean, you're fun. You're wild. You're crazy and sexy. And readers like you. But readers like our... verbal sparring, I guess."

"On a porn -- erotic fiction -- site, readers prefer character development over sex?"

"And a plot," Cynthia added, nodding.

"Over sex?" Freya asked. "Over hot sex?"

"Mostly. Yeah."

"So, I'm the star and yet you two are the... fan favorites?"

Cynthia nodded, trying to hide her pride at Freya's statement. "But, see. This convention is perfect. You can go, meet some people, let them get to know the real you. The real fun Freya. This will be good PR for you."

"You know, you should read the stories," Katie interjected. "You'd like them. Most of them... A bunch of them... Some of them."

"I don't want to read the stories!" Freya cried. "Apparently, I've already lived them all!"

"Not the slut one," Katie remarked then immediately clamped her mouth shut.

"Yeah..." Freya sighed. "Yeah. Freya the slutty whore."

"Come on. The convention sounds fun. I bet everyone would be excited to meet the Real Freya, you know," Cynthia told her, trying to raise Freya's crushed ego.

"Maybe," Freya acquiesced. "I'll have to think about it. And talk it over with Alex."

Cynthia smiled at Freya. "I think an awful lot of people will want to meet Freya the Sex Addict."

"Ohhhh," Freya moaned. "You didn't, did you?"

Cynthia shrugged. "I can't help it. I write the truth." She then amended that statement with, "Well, unless I make stuff up. You know. Like Slutty Freya."

"I'll think about it," Freya said with a frown.

After a little bit of small talk --

nothing

to do with Cynthia's sexy writing -- Freya didn't want to talk about it anymore and the other two were

afraid

to talk about it -- Cynthia and Katie went back upstairs. They were going to spend the day baking sourdough bread with a starter that one of Katie's aunts had recently given them.

Freya sat at the empty table, deep in thought.

Until she heard a small bark at the front door.

She got up and slowly walked towards the door, listening intently, but another bark didn't come, so she carefully opened the door to see Alex sitting on the front steps with Rio on his lap.

"You can come back in," she told Alex.

"Well, I didn't know if it was safe."

"It's safe." She held the door open wider. "We have some things to discuss."

They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing -- off and on -- Cynthia's writing and the fact that all of their personal lives -- and even some completely fabricated personal lives -- had become available to the public.

They also discussed the Literotica Convention.

Of course, Alex wanted to go. Spend a weekend surrounded by the sexiest people involved in the sexiest stories on the sexiest website on the Internet? What's not to love about that? But he was smart enough to keep his true feelings to himself and allow Freya to make the decision for them both. Besides, he had a super hot wife and over the last year, had enjoyed consensual sexual relationships with her two best friends. The horny teenage boy that had become the adult Alex Prossa could never have imagined, in his wildest fantasies, a life like the one that he was living.

Who was he to complain?

After weeks of gentle pestering, Freya finally gave the "yes" answer that Cynthia -- and Alex! -- so desperately wanted.

The four friends were going to a sex convention!

So on a lovely Friday afternoon in June, they found themselves on the sidewalk in front of the famed Grand City Hotel.

"It's beautiful," Katie exclaimed, craning her neck up, looking at the hotel's ornate exterior.

"It's so big," Freya mused, also looking up at the hotel whose top floor seemed to touch the sky.

Staring into the plate glass windows, Cynthia drooled, "And it's chock full of horndogs and horndogettes."

Intently watching a voluptuous woman wearing practically nothing attempt to navigate the revolving doors without much success, Alex just mindlessly nodded and mumbled, "Yeah."

"Stop staring at that blonde bimbo," Freya admonished him with a sharp poke to his bicep. "After she finally figures out that she has to push on the other side to make the door work, we'll go check in."

"Us blondes need to stick together, but this is

really

funny to watch, so I'm gonna give her two more minutes before I go over and show her how a revolving door works," Cynthia stated.

Twenty minutes later, they were in their rooms.

"You know, I wasn't too sure about this, but I think this may be a nice little weekend for us," Freya said as she looked around the room and then picked up the printed convention schedule that had been part of the welcome folder.

"Why don't we start the weekend right now?" Alex asked, pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it on top of his closed suitcase.

Freya put the folder onto the table by the bed and stood up. "Hey, sexy! Come here."

And then there was a knock on the door between the two rooms.

"Why did we get adjoining rooms?" Freya mused, then loudly said, "Go away!"