Accidental Fiancee Ch 13

Author's note: This is a slow burn lesbian romance series. Please be patient, because some of the chapters are less erotic than others.

Chapter 13

"Alana... I masturbated to you... last night... and the night before..."

By now, her eyes had softened, and she no longer had that fiery rage like she did when she was inconsolable. Instead, the young intern was now more confused than anything.

"I masturbated to you, Alana..."

"Okay, I heard you!" she shouted, looking flustered all over again. "You've repeated yourself like ten times now! Why do you keep saying it?!"

"Oh... I guess I didn't realize that I repeated myself so many times already..." I explained, trying to snap out of the mesmerized state I was in after revealing that embarrassing secret.

Now blushing, Alana looked away from me and twirled her hair with her fingers. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I was just trying to make you feel better... Since you had your biggest secret revealed, I figured it was only fair to tell you

my

biggest secret... Well, at least... my biggest secret remaining...."

She continued to twirl her hair as the blush on her cheeks grew stronger. "You're being serious, aren't you?"

"Uh huh..."

"How did this... even happen...?"

Realizing there was no point in hiding anything from her, I decided to just tell her everything, no matter how bad it sounded. At this point, she already knew everything there was to know about me. I didn't really see how things could get any worse.

"I guess I was just really turned on after reliving some of those experiences with Juri," I explained, watching her eyes grow big as she slowly looked at me again. "And when I went home... I wanted to masturbate."

"So, how did I pop into your mind while you were... masturbating...?"

"I... uh... I ended up watching some Asian porn," I admitted, putting my hand on my face from the embarrassment. "And the video had two Asian girls... so after spending so much time with you... I sort of started picturing one of the girls as you..."

Immediately, we lost eye-contact when she dropped her gaze to the ground, hiding the embarrassment on her face. "So... you were thinking about Juri and me together... and it got you off?"

"Yeah... basically..."

She then covered her eyes with both her hands, unable to face me as she struggled through her next question. "And did you... did you... have... an orgasm?"

My face grew redder, and my heart was pounding, but I was able to keep my eyes on her the entire time. "Yeah, I did... A pretty big one too..."

"That's... nice... What were the girls doing with each other? The ones in the video..."

I scratched my head as I thought back to that porno. It was actually kind of difficult to remember what really happened in the video, since I had so quickly replaced the actresses with Juri and Alana in my head.

"They were like... kissing each other a lot... and rubbing each other... eating each other out... Oh, and they were rubbing their nipples against each other's!"

I swear, I heard a subtle sound coming from the shy intern, almost like she had moaned. However, I didn't want to overstep my boundaries, so I just ignored it and waited for her follow-up question.

"Did you...

just

picture us... or did you... imagine yourself with us?"

After gulping, I let out a nervous chuckle from what I was now forced to reveal. "I imagined myself in between you two," I answered, noticing her eyes lighting up from the shock. "And come to think of it... that actually wasn't the first time I thought about being in the middle of you two..."

Her eyes were wide, and her jaw was practically on the floor. Shaking her head, she demanded more details. "Explain, please!"

"Ummm... so, funny story... there was one time when I was sort of mad at everyone in the office, except you... And when I got home, Juri started playing with my nipples... She was sucking on one while pinching the other with her hand..."

"Okay..."

"Well, I was disappointed in myself for ever hating her, and I sort of announced that you and her were the only good girls in my life... Then, instead of her hand, I imagined it was you sucking on my other nipple... I even screamed your name out loud... That's how Juri knew who you were..."

Suddenly, I noticed Alana was trembling. She could still hardly look at me, but now, she was at least trying not to divert her eyes away.

"Juri... didn't get... jealous... or anything...?"

"No... she was actually more excited than anything that I knew another Japanese woman."

Once again, she reverted to playing with her hair again as she looked off into the distance and blushed even harder. "Did you... have an orgasm from that?"

"Not specifically that," I admitted, reliving the experience in my head again. "That was right before that other story I told you, when I threw myself over her lap and called myself a bad girl before forcing her to spank me..."

"Oh...

that

story... How... nice... that you also thought about me..."

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "Are you being sarcastic?"

"No!" she answered, taking a deep breath before finding the courage to look me dead in the eyes. "I'm glad you told me...I just have a very difficult time... with compliments... I get really flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like them?"

"It's not that!" she said, frantically, reaching her hand out towards me. "I

really

like them! I'm just... not used to getting compliments... I couldn't even handle it the other day when you said you were proud of me... That's why I ran out of here so fast..."

As I replayed that memory in my mind, I began chuckling to myself for ever thinking she was scheming against me. The truth was, she was just overwhelmed by my compliment. I thought she was being so strange, but in reality, she was just being her normal, adorable self.

Hoping to find more reasons to compliment her, despite how nervous it made her, I decided to turn the attention back on her, now that I had embarrassed myself enough. "So, how long have you been writing these erotic stories?" I asked, pointing to her computer.

I could tell my plan had immediately worked, because she quickly shrunk into her own shoulders. "For about a year now..."

"So, you were writing even before you met me? "

"Yeah..." she answered, walking over to show me her computer. "It wasn't just about you."

Although she was right; not all the stories involved "Serena..." which were obviously based on me... but there were a few others even before the Juri stories had started. Still, I noticed her other stories also had a similar theme.

"So..." I started, feeling a bit anxious for this answer. "I noticed all your stories are girl-on-girl..."

"Yeah...?"

I turned and looked her dead set in the eyes, causing her to inch back. "Are you... bisexual?"

Quickly shaking her head, Alana firmly refuted. "No, I'm not bisexual."

I pointed at the screen, once again, alluding to all the stories she had written. "Then why are all your stories girl-on-girl?"

Raising an eyebrow, she looked at me as if I were stupid. "I'm

not

bisexual," she started, almost scoffing at me for not figuring out what was about to come out of her mouth next. "I'm not into guys at all. I'm a lesbian."

"Oh!" I reacted, almost jumping out of my skin for not realizing it earlier. It was like I had forgotten that was even an option, since I was relating her to my own experiences. "I guess that makes sense..."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier... but, I've just never been attracted to guys... That's why I got all nervous when you asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend... I guess I wasn't ready to tell you I was a lesbian, but then when you started talking about Juri so affectionately... I started using you as my source of inspiration."

"Your source of inspiration?" I reacted, feeling a bit honored that she actually found something I had done positive for once. Then, shaking my head, I decided to get down to the root of her stories. "Just to be clear... I would never expect this, but... you don't have any feelings for me, do you?"

Alana looked a bit caught off guard, but she quickly realize why I asked that question. She had written several stories about this "Serena" character, even before "Yuri" had entered the timeline. However, she quickly clarified the real source of her inspiration.

"I wouldn't exactly say it like that..." she started, growing nervous all over again. "If I'm being completely honest with you... I actually have a massive crush on this girl from my college... And you sort of remind me of her..."

"Oh... I remind you of her how?"

Adorably enough, she began twiddling her fingers as she worked her way through her innocent explanation. "I guess I have a certain type... And that's why I developed a crush on her... But I don't really talk to her... That's why when I started working for you, I began using you for content, because I, at least, talked to you on a regular basis."

Immediately, I was brought back to our initial horrible relationship that was present during the time she wrote those stories. "Well... I apologize for treating you so poorly back then. I had no idea what you were going through."

Alana stared at me, and for the first time in our relationship, I could tell she had completely dropped all of her anger for me. "Wait, Karina... So... you're not angry at all that I've been secretly using you for my erotic literature?"

Shaking my head, I scoffed at her for even asking such a silly question. "Of course not. If anything, I should be honored that you took such an interest in my relationship with Juri. And on top of that, I'm also honored that I fit your type, and remind you of this girl you think so fondly of."

"Oh... That's very nice to hear... Thank you, Karina!"

Out of curiosity, I scrolled down to her past stories, wanting to learn about this girl I reminded her of. Then, after a series of stories caught my eye, I asked, "Is this it? When Milana met Rosie?"

Immediately, her face became red, and she turned away from me again. "No... that's something else..."

I began scratching my chin as a smirk slowly grew on my face. "Let's see... Judging by your "Yuri and Serena" story, Milana is probably you, Alana... and Rosie...

"Rosie is a made up character!" Alana interrupted, trying to pull the computer away from me. "Her name doesn't rhyme with Rosie!"

"Yeah, not that many names rhyme with Rosie... except maybe Josie... But I'm thinking it sounds like Rosie in a different way... Hmm... Rosie... Rosa... Rosanna! Is that it?!"

Her entire body went bloodshot red, and she put her head down in shame. "No..."

"It is!" I cheered as she hid her face once again from the embarrassment of being caught red-handed. "This is your original story, so it has to be you two! Alana and Rosanna!"

"Ugh! How did you figure this out?!" she groaned, pulling on her hair out of frustration. "Are you, like... a detective or something?!"

"Alana... all these names are so similar, but it's pretty obvious," I said, patting her on the shoulder. Then, in an attempt to comfort her, I moved my hand to her other side before holding her in a half hug. "I swear, girl; you suck at coming up with code names, despite being such a little genius."

Immediately, she shriveled up from embarrassment. I had almost forgotten that she had a tough time dealing with compliments. Add that to the fact that I was practically hugging her, and she was suddenly shaking in my half embrace.

"Thank you... but you're right; I should have come up with better names."

"Don't sweat it," I said, taking my arm off her so I could put my hands on her computer again. Then, out of curiosity, I decided to click on her very first story. "I want to see how I remind you of this Rosanna girl."

Immediately, Alana tried to stop me. "You don't need to do that, Karina! It's actually not that big of a deal!"

Unfortunately for her, I had already clicked on the story, and it was about to pop up in front of me. We were at a point where we weren't holding back any secrets from each other, anyway. I started to get excited to see how she described this woman that I reminded her of.

What is it about Rosanna that makes us so similar?

I asked myself as the page loaded up in front of me.

I wonder if she described her as a hard-working, successful leader in the workplace. My goodness, how could Alana not appreciate those qualities?!

Unfortunately, the giddiness over the compliments I had appointed myself quickly disappeared and was replaced by flustered confusion as I read over her description of Rosanna. Then, when I realized the actual comparisons I had to this woman, I couldn't help but turn my head towards Alana, and glare at her for being the little pervert she actually was.

"Rosanna is a sexy Latina with big milk jug titties and a fat ass that practically twerks when she's walking?!" I read out loud, sending Alana into her shell once again. As she covered her face from embarrassment, I interrogated, "Is this how I remind you of Rosanna?! And is this how you actually talk when you're not pretending to be professional?!"

Opening her fingers up, she poked one eye out to glance at me, but quickly turned away again when she noticed the angry glare I was giving her. "Yeah... I like breasts and butts... And you two both happen to be Latinas..."

Seeing her so scared of me once again, I decided to drop my anger and just accept the compliments this mystery girl and I had received from her. After taking a deep breath, I responded, "I suppose that's actually pretty nice of you... And I guess I'm glad that you appreciate my... curves..."

Slowly, she uncovered her face before letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank you for not getting too upset... I never expected you to read this..."

"Yeah, we all have thoughts we never intend to share with others," I conceded, taking a deep breath of my own. "But I guess everything is out on the table between us... Speaking of which, have you considered telling this Rosanna girl how you feel?"

"Not in a million years!" she answered, lacking confidence once again. "Despite how I described her, my type actually goes beyond looks... which actually hurts my chances of having a real relationship."

"What do you mean, Alana?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she explained, "The type of girls I like tend to be a bit self-centered. The girls that I have a fetish for tend to not actually be interested in other girls. However, they're usually vain enough to accept my admiration as an ego boost."

Putting myself in her shoes, I started to see her point. Although I was a bit of an exception, since I actually developed feelings for Juri, I could totally see what she was talking about, because at first, I only engaged in our sexual activities for my own benefit.

"I've told girls before that I had a crush on them," Alana further explained, confirming the theory based on my own selfish past. "Some of them even had sex with me, but in the end, they never considered actually being in a relationship with me. They just enjoyed the feeling of being desired so badly by a shy and innocent girl..."

Though I was quite confident about my looks, I understood what it was like to be insecure, given all the issues I had suffered after my husband cheated on me. Understanding that I couldn't just reverse these deep-rooted insecurities that Alana had been dealing with for years, I attempted to calm her with a different approach.

Placing my hand on her shoulder once again, I told her, "I'm actually very impressed that you were able to write such wonderful stories based on experiences you've had." Then, in an attempt to help her in any way I could, I offered, "If you'd like, I'll help you with any future stories you want to write. I'll give you every detail I can think of, no matter how embarrassing it is for me to admit."

Slowly, the scared look in her eyes disappeared, and her face lit up from the dash of hope I had given her. "Do you really mean that, Karina?" she asked, as the pitch in her voice grew higher.

"Yes, I do, Alana," I said, now placing both hands on her shoulders before bringing her in for a hug. "You and I will keep working together. You try to help me get Juri back, and I will provide you everything you need for your stories."

She placed her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Burrying her head in my shoulder, she whispered, "Thank you, Karina... I would love that..."

Then, after stroking her hair with my fingers, I attempted to provide her further encouragement. "And hopefully, I can help you talk to this Rosanna girl... That is... if she even deserves a wonderful woman like you."

Quickly, the shy little intern attempted to pull away. And although I didn't let her out of my grasp, she looked up at me with her panicked eyes and expressed, "Let's just take this one step at a time... I don't know if I can handle that..."

Holding the back of her head, I pressed her face into my shoulder again, even allowing her to slide into my "big milk jug titties" as she so sweetly described them in her story. Then, stroking her hair, I waited for her to calm down before whispering into her ear, "I promise to help you however I can... because...

... you deserve it."

***

Eventually, Alana would accomplish what we came to do in the first place by finding her spare key. After quite an emotional evening in her apartment, which revealed plenty of our deepest and darkest secrets, we had an awkward trip back to her car, since neither of us really knew what to say to each other.

Without any further incident, Alana wished me a good evening before getting into her car and driving back to her apartment. I noticed she was, once again, red, and could hardly look me in the eyes before she left. However, as I checked myself in the mirror, I noticed that I, too, was blushing pretty hard for some reason.

I suppose it was normal to blush around someone that knew my most embarrassing secrets. I suppose that theory is even more true when one of those secrets is that you masturbated to that person. Regardless, she and I were going our separate ways now, but in both our minds, everything was out in the open.

When I got home, I had to let out a chuckle as I noticed my laptop still sitting on the nightstand, right next to my bed.

This is exactly how I caught Alana,

I thought to myself.

It's a good thing the roles weren't reversed, because she might have caught me watching Asian porn.

Exhausted from the emotions of that day, I decided to kick off my shoes and plop myself into bed so I could relax for a moment. Then, as I propped my head up with a pillow, I decided to check if I had remembered to actually exit that naughty website before closing my computer the previous night.

With Alana's secret now revealed, I became curious, once again, to take another look at her work. I was in bed with my computer in front of me, and a lot of her stories were based on me anyway. I sort of figured I had the right to read what she had written about me, especially after agreeing to help her.

With the website she had used still fresh on my mind, I typed it in before searching for her author name, "Alana the Author." I found her immediately and proceeded to click through her stories.

Instead of getting upset like I did the first time that I read the way she described Rosanna, the girl I supposedly reminded her of, I just had a little chuckle before looking down and proudly petting my "milk jug titties."

Why wouldn't I be a lesbian's type?

I conceitedly asked myself.

Although I wouldn't exactly describe my assets as "milk jug titties and a fat ass," I do have a nice body, so it only makes sense that I would be her type.