Introduction
Several weeks ago I responded to a request by a Literotica member, "Stephen", to write a pair of stories: one based upon his fantasy, and the other based upon that of his girlfriend, "Elizabeth". While Stephen apparently does some erotic writing himself, he felt that writing stories about himself and his girlfriend would ultimately become too much of a technical endeavour and take all the fun out of reading and enjoying them.
After some brief discussion via e-mail in which Steve expressed his satisfaction that my writing style was probably suitable to what he wanted, I agreed to write a minimum of two stories for him under the condition that I be permitted to post them publicly for criticism, and with the understanding that he could reject either of the stories or "fire" me at any time.
As these stories were ultimately intended for their own personal enjoyment, what followed were some very detailed discussion, with both Steve and Liz, regarding the most intimate details of not only their fantasies and pillow talk, but also of many aspects of their personal lives and careers.
For example, while reading the first story you'll find that I make reference to "The Pick-Up Game". Long-time readers of Literotica's "Loving Wives" and "Reluctance / Non-Consent" categories will be familiar with the theme of this "game", as it is a common plot device and has been described in numerous stories of that nature. Well, Steve and Liz actually plays this game in real life! They've never strayed outside of their relationship, but they've told me some interesting stories about their experiences!
Of course, "Stephen and Elizabeth" are the names which they have chosen for themselves, but their details and those of their fantasies are completely accurate otherwise.
Which is quite ironic considering that I do not even know their real names!
Ultimately the three of us became so enthusiastic during our discussions of this project that before the first word was laid to paper we had spit-balled four basic story ideas, upon which I intend to build in this series.
On a very simplistic level, all four of the stories can be basically categorized as a combination of "reluctant sex / cuckold / interracial", and while they all tend to share the same theme with the same protagonists, they are all quite dissimilar in setting and underlying plot.
While I am looking for constructive and productive criticism in posting these stories publicly, ultimately my fervent wish is that you enjoy them.
Chapter 1: Friend's Friends
"Did you get Friday off?" Jennifer asked me.
"Yeah," I answered. "I'm all set."
"Good," she responded. "You pick me up at the office and we'll head straight out from work."
These days my best friend, Jennifer, and I don't see each other as often as we would like. She's a legal secretary and I'm a bar-tender, so she works during the day while I work in the evening. We don't even get the chance to talk as much on the phone as we would like.
Besides being friends, we are also both professional models, and we had a shoot coming up that weekend.
Well... I'm not quite as professional as she is. She actually has an agent whereas I do not. I got started modelling just out of college for a friend of mine who is now a clothing designer. She still calls me when she needs some runway or photographic work done. I brought Jennifer along during one shoot, and while she decided to pursue it more professionally, I'm happy just to do it occasionally; a few times each year at best.
Modelling is how she met her boyfriend at the time, Laurence. He's not a photog or anything. I think he was just hanging out at a shoot, gawking at the models, and asked her out.
At this particular time I really liked Laurence. As well as being a nice guy, he was tall and black, which made he and Jennifer the cliché black and blonde couple!
I think he liked me, too -- he certainly flirted with me enough! But he flirted with me as much in front of Jennifer as he did in front of my own boyfriend, Steve, so we all knew it was all in fun.
And she and I did share a few, superficial physical similarities, which I think he liked. We are both blonde (although she is natural and I am not). And although we are both about the same height, she's built a little heavier than I; Steve says that being more slim makes my legs look much longer.
A boyfriend in college once remarked that he could bounce a quarter off my stomach; I think that just means that I have a flat belly.
But I've always envied her breasts, which are much larger than mine, though Steve says that small ones have the advantage of being more sensitive. I couldn't argue with him as he's brought me very close to orgasm on more than one occasion by chewing on my nipples!
This particular meeting between Jen and I was at the bar where I work. I tend bar regularly during week, and we had decided that we should meet before Friday just to talk and to discuss our final schedule and plans for the weekend. Which were: Friday I would pick her up from work and drive us the two-and-a-half hours out to Cleveland, hotel overnight, do the shoot Saturday, overnight again, then drive home Sunday morning. I'd pay for gas, she'd pay for meals, and we'd split the hotel.
Tonight she had brought Laurence with her to the bar, but he was off playing a little pool while we talked.
"How was your weekend with Steve?" she asked with a smirk.
"It went well," I answered her noncommittally
"Did you play 'the game'?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes," I replied coyly. I knew that's what she was fishing for!
She "tutted" at me and shook her head in mock disgust. "He wants you to fuck other guys," she accused him dismissively.
"Keep your voice down!" I hissed. "It's just a fantasy," I protested. "We play a game, that's all. We all have fantasies -- you have yours! -- but we're not really going to do it for real!"
Several months previous I had told her that I envied her her black boyfriend. Ever since I was in college I wondered what it was like to make it with a black boy.
"Maybe I'll just loan you Laurence," she teased.
"Loan me what?" Laurence asked as he returned to the table.
Jen looked down secretively, but quickly answered, "We were just talking about playing some pool."
He just looked back and forth between us and with a smile said, "Yeah, right," and let it drop.
There weren't that many people in the bar that evening so I was able to easily float back and forth between my friends and filling drink orders.
* * *
Friday started off okay, but quickly degenerated.
It started at my place. I had packed a wardrobe worth of clothing for our two-day trip, which is normal for me, but when I went out to the car I discovered that two of my tires were flat. And I had a ticket for "abandoned vehicle".
Nice.
Stephen had already left for work so this was an incredible inconvenience.
After phoning Steve to let him know (he said it was very unusual to have two flat tires at the same time), I phoned Jennifer and we discussed it for several minutes. She said that she would try to borrow Laurence's car for the weekend and would call me back.
She didn't phone back right away and I was getting worried. I worked through several scenarios in my head.
