Chapter 9

“But readers want it to be believable.”

Arms outstretched, Cynthia bellowed, “I TELL THE READERS WHAT THEY WANT!” Her voice degenerating into maniacal laughter.

Katie pinched one of Cynthia’s nipples hard right through her shirt and bra.

Cynthia stopped laughing and slapped her hand away. “What the fuck?”

Quietly, Katie asked, “You get a little bit of power and you go completely mad?”

“I was joking.”

“Well, it’s not funny. Readers will turn on an author over a single word that they disagree with,” Katie said. “We can’t fool around with this. We want Real Life Freya to win, don’t we?”

“Yes,” Cynthia replied sheepishly.

“Are you going to behave?”

Cynthia rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

“If you don’t,” Katie warned, “Then I’m taking this story over. And I don’t think you want that.”

“No,” Cynthia mumbled.

“Alright.”

Temporarily humbled by the reprimand, Cynthia asked, “Can I continue?”

Katie gave a slight nod. “Yes. But behave. Don’t mess up Real Life Freya’s reputation as an author on Literotica.”

“She doesn’t need anyone’s help doing that,” Cynthia grumbled. Katie gave her a stern look but said nothing. “I’ll behave,” Cynthia said.

“Good. You need to just guide Real Life Freya. Let her tell the story her way. She knows what she’s doing.”

“Yeah. I guess,” Cynthia reluctantly agreed.

Cynthia buttoned her jeans back up. “Sorry. I was just messing with you guys.”

After being interrupted in the middle of enjoying one of Freya’s many charms and then having the radiant and statuesque Cynthia offering herself to him, Alex’s erection surged.

Katie crossed her arms. “‘Radiant and statuesque’? Really?”

“Shh!” Cynthia warned her. “My story!”

He tried to cross his legs nonchalantly, but was mostly unsuccessful due to the fact that his pajama bottoms had a huge gaping fly in the front, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and with every move he made, his cock threatened to make a surprise appearance. Cynthia watched him – she was a lot more successful at being nonchalant than he was – and imagined that the huge dick pushing against the thin fabric of his pants was in her mouth. Or better yet, inside her pussy.

Ever since Freya had decided that the four of them should all have sex with each other, Alex had fucked Cynthia a number of times, with each time being better than the last. Cynthia chewed on her lip while she watched Alex struggle to hide his boner. But there would be plenty of time for cock later. Even though she was in a lesbian relationship with Katie – and at this point, if truth be told, with Freya, too – Cynthia always made time for cock.

“Freya, the stove still works, right?” Katie asked.

Freya shrugged. “I haven’t tried it, but it should.”

“I’ll go check,” Katie said. “Do you guys want popcorn?”

“Yeah. Sure.” They all mumbled and nodded. None of them really had popcorn on their minds, though.

Alex stood up and, in the dim light, tried to shield the front of his pants from view. He told the girls, “I’ll be right back.” Freya watched Alex and his boner leave and couldn’t help but wonder what interesting turn this blizzardy day was going to take next.

“So, you came downstairs for sex?” Freya asked Cynthia.