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us 3 erotic tale.
Hi readers, welcome, this is an erotic tale I wrote, I hope you like it, a tight hug, Lola.
Us 3 erotic tale.
Upside-down completely wrapped in a romance book, I ran my thin fingers over the paper with a rather fine texture, its aroma again invaded my stubborn nostrils, I lost my stubborn eyes at every word while listening to my mother shouting mine. name incessantly for me to help clean the house, I stubbornly thought another word, another chapter, stubbornly ignoring his calls for help.
_ What are you doing that won’t help me?
_Reading, seeing if I have any ideas for my stories.
_I don’t want the same future as your father, I tell you that there is no future in this profession, because you don’t listen to me, you are stubborn just like him.
_It is no use coming to manipulate me this is not the same, I love to write, I am obstinate about it besides being stubborn as you said.
_Why not going to date a little? enjoy your life, you are only 25 years old, when trying to be reclusive at home reading and writing.
_I prefer to stay here with my best friend and mother, because she doesn’t make coffee for us and I help with cleaning.
_Only did you sign up for this app as you call it? Tinder?
_Alright, mom.
She smelled the fragrant aroma of coffee that only she knew how to prepare, dressed in old clothes to clean up on her day off, then she would prepare her classes for the next day at the Faculty she works for, an example of an independent woman, she wanted to be the same, she didn’t have a relationship with anyone after my father’s death, she didn’t want to get married to be busy taking care of her husband’s wishes, she wanted to study, not that there was anything wrong with that, but she didn’t want to live that anymore. I admired her brown eyes under the dark circles from working so much, in addition to her brown hair already with some white strands, she was in good shape, she didn’t even look like she was forty years old, I loved asking about her students, I heard her talk while tasting the sweet taste indescribable from that coffee that only she knew how to make.
_Now enough with small talk let’s go to work, my stubborn.
There was no way to prolong the cleaning any longer despite my stubbornness of wanting to just enjoy my mother’s company talking. When we finished I was exhausted, I took my phone in my hands, as promised I installed the application and made my registration. I pulled the photos with my finger, the profiles show nothing interesting. When I noticed a profile that referred to a friend of mine from childhood and adolescence, how he could be, my stubborn mind thought.
_Mother won’t believe who’s on Tinder? Remember my best childhood friend?
_Of course I remember they were stuck together how is he? Wow what a cat, why not find it?
_Yes was thinking about it, does he have a publisher believe it? Who knows, he may not hire me and may show him my tales.
-But she’s really stubborn, I don’t know who does this girl, a really good job, but she’s done with this silly thing about being a writer.
Alone in the restaurant my heart throbbed with anxiety over his arrival, my stubborn thoughts multiplied if he really was going to show up, take a sip of whiskey trying to relax my mind from all that tension, when I put my eyes towards his arrival, he was a cat in jeans, a plain white T-shirt, a black jacket, shoes. I got up impulsively, he smiled, sat in the chair across from me, called the waiter, just as I ordered a whiskey too.
_How long in? My dear old friend was eager to read her texts, to know what she thinks about life.
I had my texts over to you and watch your eyes slide by each word in absolute silence, my mind was already anxious to know what is on your mind about what I was reading, when I finally couldn’t help myself and asked: _You liking it? ?
_I don’t know what to say is such a bold text, do you really think that?
_Yes, every word I believe that women are often neglected, not only by men, but also by different media such as films, but also by the woman herself, due to the mistake structurally made by society through the misogynist education that crosses the sexes during an education since of our childhood with fairy tales, toys, where our options are a mini kitchen to be able to make food, a broom that already apologizes for domestic services, accessories to play with makeup and nail polishes to paint your nail, we already have one preconceived idea, perhaps innocent of how we should behave as women in society, as pre-established roles where we beautify, learn to cook, do housework and hope to meet the Prince Charming one day, to save us from our lives in short ” bad “, where the moment the enchanted princes enter our lives,” we save “from our” problems “that we are not able to and solving alone, create in us the expectation that having a relationship as a guarantee of happiness, but do not teach that we should study, have a profession, be independent, we are able to solve our own life without enchanted princes. Many times when a woman obtains this “dream of happiness” with her prince called marriage for example, she loses her freedom to take care of her husband with housework, children, still works, being still neglected when it comes to pleasure, both in real life as in the movies, we saw women as if we were serving men during sexual intercourse, like an inflatable doll, a door handle, of course everything has its exception, but in films we are often represented like that, as sometimes in real life too we are neglected due to this misogynistic education, we rarely see a man asking a woman how she likes intercourse, what gives her pleasure or even the guy struggling to achieve that goal, what often happens are scenes of women always serving men.
_I Understood had never seen it from this angle.
_Therefore, how many times in films does it reveal in the male character that he has a good life, he providing his livelihood, being represented as a guy with a lot of money, who besides sustaining her, saves him from his problems, usually her story , her desires, what she thinks about life are not revealed, the woman is also neglected in the hottest scenes where all we see are cliché scenes of the woman serving as an object of pleasure for the man, but rarely as an exchange, in short they are tales of modern fairies for adult women.
_What would be the solution?
_The problem is not relationship, but it is the way the characters are shown, without a voice, they do not tell about their history, childhood, what thoughts of life, the man worrying about giving pleasure too, this has repercussions in real life because it reaffirms already the social structure already exists in the misogynist society.
_Interesting, I want to read more.
Stubbornly, I take another sip of whiskey, its aroma penetrates my nostrils relaxing my body, I feel its taste and the pleasure it provokes in my palate, I look at him for a moment, he realizes that I am looking and smiles, how he was really beautiful as my mother had commented, those brown eyes enchanted me made in conjunction with the sea and the sky on a sunny day with a view of the beach, for a minute my stubborn mind accessed my memories of our childhood lived together. We were neighbors, we met, when one day he knocked on my door and asked me to play as if he invited me to be his friend, we played and we didn’t watch the time go by, hopscotch, street owner, police and thief. I remember that sometimes boys try to bully me, he defended me, and sometimes we sat on the stairs and shared snacks from our lunch boxes.
_But I believe that for now I’ve talked a lot, talk about you? Owner of a publisher how did this happen?
_My father is a lawyer, you know that because he went to my house, he saved money, gave me a publisher, but here among friends I don’t know if that was what I wanted, I’m too insecure to run a company, but what about you?
_Course a college of letters imposed by my mother, who believes that being a writer is not a profession.
_Good has she read some of your stubborn texts? You have the characteristics of a good writer is questioning, out of common sense, has critical thinking, is original and creative, his texts have this, he is a daring person who uses writing as a tool to say what he thinks of the world.
_Yes, after all I believe that I cannot write a text that takes away my own voice as a woman, I have to try to open through my perception the critical thinking in the reader both women and men.
_But I think that for now I have revealed a lot as I think, thank you for reading me.
I give a tight hug, when I kiss his face to say goodbye I feel the excitement invade my insides, filling my stubborn mind with perverted thoughts, take a deep breath, follow my way home.
I get up stubbornly irritated by my personal fight with the sound of the alarm ringing nonstop in the vain attempt to wake me up in the middle of that hot laziness that beats from my stubborn thought that begs for another five minutes, eagerly I quickly take my coffee, I go to work, the company is a large common building in the middle of Paulista, with several tables and computers, a central office in the corner that was his, with old photos of him from his childhood, including me in one of them, a laptop, a stuffed glass bookcase of books, as well as on a corner table with a bottle of whiskey and glass if the person wants to help himself, every time I came in to say something, I see him in a suit stirs every time I enter that office, my stubborn mind had the more depraved thoughts when I saw him in a suit, I felt his woody scent invade the place, his voice was sexy when he answered me, always a little receptive, attentive, he didn’t seem to feel superior, I liked that, saw him treating employees well too, a cozy place to work.
I’m all puzzled, with my hands busy with coffee to deliver to the hungry employees for some caffeine in the middle of the afternoon. I sit at my desk, with an agenda and a pen in my hand, I start organizing and taking notes on my boss’s cat’s appointments, I don’t even notice the time passing, I just notice when I look at the clock and see that I’m already late for my class. at the Faculty.
After class I meet my best friend Cindy at a bar, how beautiful my stubborn mind thinks, while admiring her perfectly shaped body, her brown eyes, her long red hair, we share a beer, while we tell each other the news of our lives.
I watch her swallow a cigarette while asking me a question: _How can you deliver this text to your best friend and boss, still waiting for him to be interested in you, friend? you have to show how smart, cultured, fun you are and not your texts.
_I forget sometimes how impulsive and sincere it is at the same time, I don’t want him to be interested in me, first because I doubt that he will be his type, second because he is my boss, third because my goal is not to find the prince charming that I same critic, I want to have an opportunity to publish what I write.
_I think this is your biggest lie, she is crazy to find her prince charming too and not all men are the same.
_You who dream of finding a prince charming friend, preferably who is rich to meet your mother’s expectations.
_Truth, but you are also a friend, you live reading in your house those books of romance daydreaming admit it.
_No, I read so I can write.
_Good stubborn, one day you will realize that what I say is true, but tell me how was your day?
_ It was good, I have to remember that he is my boss so as not to give in to temptation.
Cindy gives a rather impulsive loud laugh, I end up laughing together, I hug her goodbye, I come home exhausted, but despite wanting to sleep stubbornly with myself and I read one of the novels I like the most, after being so insistent on staying awake with myself , I end up passing out from so much sleep.
Nothing new happens, the days are repeated successively except for my desire for my best friend and boss to only increase, and many times I came home and found myself fantasizing about him, wishing him.
Another ordinary day, more to my surprise my boss called me in his office, my stubborn thoughts thought it was to fire me or warn me about something I had done, while traveling on his lips he said: _ I need you to accompany me on this trip as personal secretary, it will be an important meeting with new writers who will publish with an agent, small publishers interested in joining us as investors, partners anyway, I need you, it will be in Riviera three days in total we will be in separate rooms do not worry, it is a business trip.
-I don’t know boss, can’t you take someone else?
-But you are my personal secretary, you are going to travel with me it is decided.
-Can I take my best friend with me to Cindy to keep me company then?
-I know you will insist until I say yes, if it will make you go, yes you can.
I left the office frantically, I on the beach with my boss, that in my stubborn mind would not work, beer, the sea, my boss in swim trunks, so Cindy had to go to me with my head in place and resist the temptation, no he could not for an instant think of giving in.
With my suitcases ready, the adventure called me, I thought, I could already imagine my little feet being pricked by the sand, touching the sea ice in contact with my skin, I passed my car at Cindy’s house, she looked like she was going to take the house in her suitcase. Literally, I just laughed to see, besides being made up and well dressed, it didn’t even look like I was going to the beach, hugged me and presented me with a romance book and said: _Who knows, don’t take another tale of romance or fantasy with your prince delighted and laughs.
_But it is impulsive, it is only three days, my dear friend, why so much clothes?
_Go my prince charming is your stubborn boss and laughs.
I felt my throat freeze and I didn’t want to admit to my best friend that I wanted him, hands on the wheel, we went on to meet my secret crush, my boss and best friend, anyway. I took a deep breath, smelled the asphalt in the air, put on some music to play and moved on.
When Cindy and I entered the room, she was ecstatic jumping on the bed like a child who had just won a lollipop, her joy was so great that she could not contain herself by the wide smile that occupied her beautiful face.
-Friend, what hotel is this? You can call me always saw and laugh.
It really was a dream room comfortable beds, good sheets, literally a chic suite, the hotel was so close to the sea that you could almost smell the beach invading that place, we took a little walk because it was really close to the beach, with a few beers and a foot in the sand, we talked enjoying that extraordinary view, we got drunk in the room when Cindy lay on the same bed as mine, in an impulsive act she touched her lip to mine, I felt her tongue go against mine, a strong desire invade my insides, I took a deep breath I could smell her sweet vanilla scent on her neck, she put her small hands on my breasts and squeezed lightly, dragged part of my blouse to reveal one of my naked breasts, at that moment I didn’t have time to be stubborn, I just let myself be carried away for the moment and obeyed my impulsive friend’s will, she put in her mouth the breast she had uncovered from my clothes, I groaned loudly, looked at me at the end at the same time that his bites his own lips, took off my shirt, licked my breasts, collapsed my jeans, boldly tucked under my legs until he reached my intimate part with his tongue, I moaned loudly, I couldn’t contain myself, pleasure invaded mine whole body, I felt her hands slide on the inside of my thigh, when she inserted some of her fingers while remaining licking my private part until she saw me reaching ecstasy with a loud moan I gave, then I licked her breasts too, in addition to her private part, I saw her reach ecstasy too, she swallowed a cigarette and said: -Imagine that my mother wants me to marry a rich prince charming but in fact because of all this pressure I am afraid to reveal that I am bisexual , I have a preference for girls.
I didn’t know what to answer she had never opened up like that, I took a cigarette something I had never done before and took a drink and said: -Your secret is kept with me, what happened here is between us, I believe I am bisexual also.
Cindy laughs and falls asleep in her bed, I admire her knowing that we would never see the same way again because we had revealed something too deep for each other, even in the heat of emotion we played I don’t know if our friendship would survive this, I gave more, after stubbornly thinking about it, I fell asleep.
We ended the meeting exhausted, both my boss and I just wanted to rest when he proposed to get drunk at the bar that we had made the meeting between the writers and new publishers that could be possible members, we started drinking whiskey, eating a portion of my fries palate was partying with the combination of flavors, the scent of his perfume was already numbing me like an inviting come, me and my depraved thoughts, when I subjected myself to mayonnaise then he lipated and said: -I hope you don’t take offense, I know that we are here for work but i am tempted to fuck you, can i?
I took a deep breath, I didn’t know if that was reality or if I was already fantasizing due to alcohol, I nodded, he came over and kissed me, I felt a strong excitement, I got all Goosebumps, when I went up to the my room he pulled me into his.
I was stubborn that I tried to resist but in the end I couldn’t stand it and gave in.
He hugged me tightly I felt the woody scent of his perfume, when I felt his soft lips again I lost my sanity completely just thinking about having that wish fulfilled.
We eagerly took off each other’s clothes in a synchronized way, he came over licked my lips and then my breasts, I groaned.
He crouched down and started licking my private part relentlessly until he saw me orgasm. Soon he threw me on the bed and penetrated me, I moaned loudly feeling his skin rub against mine, that view was fantastic where I could see his expressions of pleasure, I turned on my back, at the same time that he kept penetrating me, slapped my but, said nonsense at the ear of my ear, I saw him reach ecstasy.
When I got up in the morning with a hangover, still bewildered, I realized that I had placed myself at a loving crossroads, I did not know which way to choose, I would not like to discover one of their existence for the other, after all in both cases they were my best friends and had been with me in mine. intimacy, maybe if one discovered the existence of the fact that I ended up having sex with my best friend and friend this could generate a big fight between the two, it was already generating in my heart, I was living in a love triangle and I didn’t know who to choose.
It was our last day at that wonderful hotel and Cindy and I were still best friends but we never brought up the subject of what happened that night between us.
We were having a night cap before returning the next day, that night view, the moon at the beach, I felt the sand prickling my little feet, the cold water touching my skin, besides the pleasure that that extremely cold beer brought in my palate, in the company of my best friends, we were making small talk, when Cindy impulsively said: -We could enjoy that we are three here and make a ménage, what do you think.
I froze, I didn’t want them to find out that I had sex with both my best friend and my best friend on different occasions on the same trip, I said: -You can only be kidding and I have a nervous and loud laugh.
He says: -I’ll be fine if you come across my dearest best friend too.
Cindy said, “Well, friend, stop being boring, then we’ll come back as if nothing had happened, right?” Wouldn’t you fire my friend so I guess?
He said: -Of course not, exactly as you said we keep it a secret from us.
I was always curious so I remembered the words of my mother who had to live to be able to write; I would not have that opportunity so early in my life again.
I said: -That’s good.
Cindy said: -My stubborn friend giving in I loved it when I finished the sentence she gave me a kiss, gave me hands and was pulling me to the room, my best friend went after us.
Cindy said: -Which room?
He said: -Better mine because I have a double bed.
We entered the room, my heart racing, I was afraid of realizing that I had already had sex with both of them, but at the same time I was curious, I had never made a menage in my life.
Cindy kissed me looking at Enzo, as if she provoked him, he kisses her, then kisses me too.
My heart accelerated, excitement invaded my body due to the adrenaline of that madness to make a ménage for the first time, Cindy took off my shirt, then licked my breasts, Enzo took off my pants and began to lick my intimate part, I moaned for feeling double pleasure , when reaching ecstasy still half out of orbit Cindy kissed me and impulsively raised her arms, I understood the message I removed her tank top, licked her breasts, while Enzo licked her intimate part, when she reached orgasm she pulled Enzo and asked to penetrate her biting her lips, he did it, she moaned eagerly for more, at the same time that I kissed her, he changed his condom, then it was my turn, Cindy kissed me, I would spider Enzo’s back due to the pleasure he exarzebated from my little body, exhausted on reaching ecstasy, lay down on the pillow and stood admiring me and Cindy talking.
When she said impulsively: -That reminds me of the first time we stayed, that night I understood that I preferred girls.
I froze Enzo’s eyes widened and said: -Have you had sex with her too?
Cindy said, “What do you mean, you guys were together sometime before this one?”
Enzo said: -Yes last night.
I took a deep breath and stubbornly just collected my things, put on my clothes, trying to sneak out, anticipating the confusion, Cindy stood up squandering her beautiful naked body in front of me, slapped me in the face.
Enzo said: -Where’s Isis going? You can stay there, I’m your boss, obey me.
I took a deep breath and stood looking like a statue, watching Cindy leave my face visibly irritated, When my stubbornness again dominated my thoughts in moments and I stubbornly decided that in that case he was no longer my boss, I went towards the door, Enzo jumped in front of me and I stubbornly pushed him trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Cindy said: -You will not run away, it is absurd what Enzo and I have done now will have to fight for your heart.
Enzo said: _Exact, starting now? Who will you choose.
I looked at Enzo, I looked at Cindy I really didn’t want to choose anyone, I thought stubbornly.
The moment Cindy approached Enzo as if she were going to face him, he went towards him as if to say that he would not move from there, I foresaw a fight and got in the middle.
Between chirping and some swearing, the two of them with cold heads now turned away, Cindy got dressed and said: _Would you like know how you will end up getting what you want by being alone with only your romance books as a company, after all, no matter how much you deny, I know you really want to a company, someone to share life with.
And leaves without saying goodbye, he took a taxi and left.
I then observed Enzo as he shook his head and let the tears come to his sad eyes and said: _I thought I had found something like my mother and father, that beautiful relationship of years, as I always wanted, but I was wrong.
I looked with my head down and embarrassed Enzo leaving visibly devastated, heard what I deduced to be the sound of tires ripping from his luxurious car.
It was the end. I was alone in that hotel room, naked, crying endless tears, reliving Enzo and Cindy’s farewell scenes in my stubborn head, with my hands still trembling from all that stress, I swallowed a cigarette, while resting my head that insisted on taking me to relive past memories of those last dark moments, in my favorite book of romance, then I realized how a light that illuminates a dark room, obeyed my heart, got dressed, the hotel bills were already paid, I went after Enzo with my car to full speed, while in my mind I realized the light that had given itself at that moment before leaving, as Cindy said, I really wanted my definition of prince charming and it was Enzo.
I got a little drenched due to the rain that fell outside, I went into Enzo’s office and said: _I need to talk to you.
Enzo looked at me in surprise and said: _This fired I already sent you your payment, I have nothing more to talk about.
I took a deep breath and said: _Estou in love with you, I want to live it my prince charming.
Enzo said: _Pra who did not believe in prince charming in.
I took a deep breath and said: _Do you feel the same?
Surprised Enzo said: _Yes sorry, but I don’t know if that is allowed you were my employee, we mixed things up, but anyway look at this.
In their hands a book I looked at the name in gold was mine, I cried with so much emotion.
On impulse I hugged him, he kissed me back.
Soon she was there as she would work and Enzo’s wife, in addition to being a new writer as I always dreamed, I am sure my father would be proud, Cindy and I were still friends, she had married a rich man to meet her mother’s expectations but she knew how her best friend had a woman as a lover.
In our room facing our double bed with chic white sheets that exuded the new, I listened to the sound of the sea, lying on Enzo’s chest I managed to have my definition of prince charming without having to save me from my apparent problems that I would not solve on my own but just enjoying each other’s company, me writing my destiny as a writer I always dreamed of.
Short story written by Lollita Scarlett.