Katie Saves Valentine's Day
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 6
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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
Katie touched Cynthia’s hand and quietly said, “I did it.”
Cynthia turned to Katie. “You picked your nose with two fingers?”
“No. I made Story Freya do that.” Katie whispered.
“You didn’t say that you wished it.”
Staring at Cynthia, Katie told her, “All I did was think it.”
The two girls were silent for a minute, mulling over this almost incomprehensible turn of events.
While Story Freya was having her pussy eaten by an enthusiastic Alex, Cynthia whispered, “Do you know what this means?”
“No,” Katie whispered back. “And why are we whispering?”
“I don’t know why we’re whispering,” Cynthia whispered. “But this means that we can finally get one of Real Life Freya’s stories to place in a Literotica Competition.”
Katie nodded. “And this year’s Valentine’s Day competition is perfect because Valentine’s Day was the very first competition that Real Life Freya ever entered. And that first competition entry of hers is still one of her most popular stories! Real Life Freya can finally win a contest! I’m so excited!” Katie was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “We just need to give the readers exactly what they want.”
“This story will be a shoo-in.”
Nodding again, Katie asked, “So what do the readers want?”
Cynthia smiled an evil smile. “Us.”
“This is about Story Freya and Alex. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“But readers overwhelmingly prefer us,” Cynthia stated. “Actually, me. But they like how you and I interact, so you get tossed into the stories, too.”
Katie scoffed at this.
“Hey,” Cynthia said, “Freya’s cool and everything, but I’m the real deal. Readers like me. Chubby and all.” She smiled, hands on her plush hips. “It’s like that Inkjet guy said, ‘the hot writer desperate to win the competition at any cost.’ I say we help Real Life Freya with her boring-ass romance thing.”
“His name is ‘Inkent,’” Katie corrected her.
“What? Who cares? It’s not his actual name anyway!” Cynthia said. “Besides, he called us hot.”
“He called Real Life Freya, the writer, hot.”
“Hey, dumbass! That’s all of us. We’re all in this together. We’re all part of Real Life Freya’s imagination.”
“No,” Katie sighed, tired of always arguing with Cynthia about every little tiny thing. It was like Cynthia just lived to argue. “Inkent said, ‘the hot writer.’ That’s Real Life Freya. He said that she’s hot. She’s not us. She’s real life. We’re not.”
Cynthia’s eyes glazed over. “Oh,” she moaned. “How badass would it be if we were real life, too?”
Katie frowned. “Your boobs would hang a lot lower. Real life has gravity, you know.”
“Shut up,” Cynthia answered back. “I was just thinking out loud. Anyway, can we focus on how to get Real Life Freya to win a Literotica competition?”
“I want her to win. You’re the one swooning over if we were real or not. You’re like Pinocchio that won’t stop yapping.” Then Katie added in a smarmy voice, “I wish I were a real girl. I wish I were a real girl.”
“Fuck off!”