April, After Midnight
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Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Stacey Martin can't sleep after a long day at work. She asks her girlfriend to tell her a story. Is this fantastic tale true?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Tear Jerker Paranormal Magic DomSub Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
~Thursday 10 October, 2024~
Evan was usually quicker about shutting off his alarm, so April was surprised when the annoying noise woke her. He shifted beside her, turning away so he could reach his phone. Unfortunately, he didn’t go back to holding her, instead getting up for the day. April smiled when he leaned over and kissed her forehead before heading to take a shower.
April stayed half-asleep until she heard him return to the bedroom. Sitting up, April brushed her hair over her shoulder and put on her glasses so she could admire Evan. Covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist, April felt her heart rate increase as she admired his chest and biceps. Droplets of water clung to his skin, running down his body. Yes, she definitely desired him.
“Morning, babe,” Evan said. “Sorry for waking you.”
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I just wish you’d stayed in bed with me.”
“Me, too,” he nodded apologetically. “I can’t be late again.”
“I understand,” April said, glancing toward the nightstand and noticing the book was there again. The book she had once again left on the coffee table. “Snuggle tonight?”
“It’s a date,” Evan smiled, following her gaze. “You are really into that book.”
“It’s good,” she shrugged. “Though I could have sworn I left it on the coffee table last night.”
“Maybe it followed you in here,” he chuckled, adjusting his towel and drawing her attention to the blue fabric and what was barely hiding.
“Perhaps it enjoys pushing us closer together,” April waggled her eyebrows. “Lookin’ good in that towel, big guy.”
“Thanks,” Evan smirked. “You look pretty great, yourself.”
“Let me guess; you took care of your morning wood in the shower?” she asked, feeling her awareness turning into desire.
“Ah, no, not today,” he cleared his throat nervously.
“In that case,” April purred, tossing the blanket off her body and getting to her feet, “I should help you out. What kind of girlfriend would let her man go to work with blue balls?”
“Fuck, I can be late again,” Evan husked as April sashayed over to him with a hand on her hip.
Pressing her body against his, April drew him into a kiss. Her tongue ran along his as his wet chest soaked her camisole. Sliding her hands down his body, she yanked the towel to his feet. April broke the kiss, keeping her eyes locked on him as she sank to her knees.
His hands held her face as April stroked him, looking so sexy with her glasses on and her wet camisole clinging to her small breasts. Flicking her eyes to his crotch, April placed him between her lips and slid a couple inches into her mouth. Her hand found his balls, massaging them gently while she gave head.
April rested her hands on her knees and looked up at him with lust in her eyes as she thickly spoke around his shaft. “Fuck my face.”
Evan was more than happy to oblige, holding April’s face as he started moving her head along his cock. The little blonde gagged and gurgled, drool running from her lips as his balls hit her chin. It was rough and quick, with Evan groaning a couple minutes later as he blew his load down her throat.
“Uurp!” April burped cutely after swallowing and getting her mouth off him.
“Was that a cum burp?” he asked with a chuckle.
“That was a cum burp,” she confirmed with a nod. “Thanks for the morning protein, baby!”
“I love you,” Evan smiled, patting her on the head.
“Mm, love you too,” April gushed.
Sadly Evan really did have to get to work. He quickly got dressed and gave April a kiss goodbye before rushing out the door. April took a shower of her own, deciding to satisfy her lust by bonding with the shower head. With one foot up on the tub and one hand bracing against the shower wall, April bit her lower lip as she came hard.
April was ready for work early, so she decided to read before leaving. Curling up on the couch, she flipped through the thick pages of Secrets of the Passionate Arts until she reached Lesson Six: Surrender. Getting comfortable, she soon lost herself in the elegant, handwritten script.
The book explained that lovers couldn’t truly know each other while remaining guarded. Walls from previous trauma often kept new love outside. Surrendering was about trusting enough to be fully seen. The vulnerability could be terrifying, but the reward was well worth the risks.
She thought back on her relationship with Evan. About first agreeing to a date, about waiting several dates to even kiss him. It had taken a long time for April to be comfortable with him. Things were so great for a while. Then the distance. Had she started guarding herself again?
Running her thumb along the edge of the page, she remembered something else she had never told him. Something only one other person knew. April thought telling Evan about why she wasn’t close with Stacey would help them. Being that vulnerable felt nerve-wracking, but it was necessary. The old book was always right. It always knew exactly what she needed to read.
According to the book, one lover lowering their defenses would inspire the other to follow. Trust wasn’t demanded, it was offered. April decided she was going to offer Evan some trust. It wasn’t going to be easy and she was afraid he might judge her, but it was essential. He was trying; she had to do the same.
April wanted to keep reading, but she had to get to work. She considered bringing the book, but ultimately decided against it. The book was too big to fit in her purse, and it was the kind of old tome that would invite questions. Questions she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she texted her manager who gave April permission to work from home for the day.
Since she didn’t have to go to the office, April changed into a soft, loose-fitting t-shirt that fell to mid-thigh and a pair of gray shorts. She held her hair back with a clip and stretched out on the couch with her laptop. Coffee mug on the table, morning sunlight spilling across the couch; yeah, that was a good way to work.
Opening her email, April replied to a few messages before switching to her project tracker. The work was routine, but the quiet apartment gave her a sense of calm that was often missing at the office. She went through lines of code while periodically texting with Evan. She had told both him and Lena that she would be working remotely.
Evan: How’s working from the apartment?
April: Productive. Working in jammies is awesome. You?
Evan: Busy, but I keep thinking about last night ... and this morning. You make it hard to focus.
April: Mm, I make it hard.;)
Evan: I am so glad you found that book.:P
April: It’s not the book itself. It’s us. We’re trying.
Evan: Yes, we are.:) It isn’t just lessons, you know?
April: What do you mean?
Evan: I figured there weren’t 3,000 lessons, so I flipped through it to see what else it had.
Evan: There indeed are some crazy sex tips, some stories and myths, stuff like that.
April: Cool! I can’t wait to read that!
Evan: Don’t forget to work!
April: You too. Be good, and maybe you’ll get another round with my hot, little mouth.
Evan: Shit, don’t make me hard at work!
April: Later, baby!:*
The idea of stories and myths in the book was intriguing. She couldn’t wait to read about them, wondering if she could relate to anything. If what she had read so far was any indication, there would definitely be some stories that applied to her. April kept glancing at the book on the coffee table in between reading lines of code.
There was one mid-morning meeting on the status of the update. It went well, although April was annoyed it stole from her coding time. She even spent some of the meeting fixing a couple of bugs instead of listening. Once it was over, she worked until lunch, with Lena only occasionally pestering her.
Lena: You’re working from home because you can’t walk. Am I right?
April: Why wouldn’t I be able to walk?
Lena: That book worked its magic and Evan left you a drooling mess unsteady on her feet?
April: No, I just wanted to read the book a bit more during lunch.
Lena: You bought a sex book and STILL haven’t done it?
April: I might have, you know, used my mouth on him last night. And this morning.
Lena: Alright, that’s my girl! A skilled cocksucker!
April: Oh, shush.
Lena: Spit or swallow?
April: Swallow. Now, knock it off.
Lena: Nah, more details!
April: The book is amazing. I can’t stop reading the lessons on awareness, touch, surrender.
Lena: Surrender, interesting. Handcuffs.
April: It means being emotional vulnerable, dummy.
Lena: Shame. Hey, your sexy outfits are coming today, right?
April: Yes!
Lena: Remember, girl; details.
For her lunch break, April sat back on the couch, sandwich in hand and the green leather book open in her lap. The content after the lessons wasn’t nearly as structured. It was more of a compendium of stories, myths, and historical examples of love and passion. April read slowly, savoring every word.
The first tale was about a couple in ancient Sumer who were supposedly able to communicate entirely through touch. They left small tokens for each other: a carved stone, a ribbon tied to a branch, a small snack. Each gift created a spark of warmth, and their every touch communicated more than any spoken word ever could.
Flipping through the book, April found the classic myths of the succubi and incubi. The succubus was a being that fed on desire and needed semen to survive. She fed on the energy of her lovers while they slept, draining their life force. The incubus was similar, but preyed on women. April admired the old illustrations of pale figures that hovered over their sleeping partners.
April once again couldn’t decide if the book was ancient or modern. After defining the two creatures, the book explained that they were likely not real. They had been invented to explain what was known in the current age as sleep paralysis. It was quite strange that a book hundreds of years old would mention such a thing.
Other creatures were mentioned as well, including ghosts and kitsune. April found the fox spirits fascinating. She also noticed another entry for the succubus. The author wrote that there actually was such a creature, but one very different from what was described in traditional mythology.
Legends spoke of a line of succubi that was inherited by some humans. It was said they appeared in lines of redheads; their hair a mark of their inherited passion. In such tales, the succubus wasn’t a demon. It was an empathetic person with the ability to draw out the deepest desires of everyone they came in contact with. Very few redheads are actually succubi, but their hair should be the first clue.
Going back to the story, April read about a Renaissance couple who maintained their relationship while living in separate towns for several seasons. They wrote their letters in secret code and marked them with different scents. Each story reflected a lesson she’d read: awareness, proximity, touch, shared warmth, desire, surrender.
Next was a story from medieval Japan: a pair of lovers separated by social duty. They couldn’t get together often, but each time they did was a passionate encounter beyond simple words. Anticipation could be just as powerful as touch. Delaying gratification gave desire the time it needed to grow.
Another section was on folk myths from various European regions. The tales ranged from lovers who met in dreams to couples who could feel each other’s heart beating across the room. Some were cautionary, warning of jealousy, secrets, or too tightly guarding the heart. Others were celebratory, showing the bliss of trust, surrender, and the hearts left completely unguarded.
April smiled when she found the sex guides. Illustrations and descriptions of bendy poses that ranged from hot to downright impossible. She noticed again that the female had the same wavy hair as the illustrations in the earlier lessons. And April. There were also guides to oral sex, anal sex, and every kink imaginable.
Sighing, April closed the book. Lunch was over and she had bugs waiting. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the stories. Or about Evan.
Returning the book to the coffee table, April stretched again before pulling her laptop back onto her knees. There were a handful of flagged issues from the morning meeting. One of the junior developers had submitted a feature branch that needed April’s review. She immediately opened the request.
Unlike debugging, this part of the job was closer to editing. Reading through the code slowly, April checked logic paths and tested edge cases in her head. She left various comments where things could be cleaner. Occasionally she had to rewrite a function entirely and leave a polite explanation.
“Nice approach, but the loop would cause a memory issue in a large dataset. Try restructuring it like this.”
Reviewing other people’s work required a different mindset than writing her own code. She enjoyed the teaching and guiding aspect. It was also true that the best way to truly understand a subject was to teach it. April had a brief fantasy of walking into a college classroom one day as Professor Heidele.
Lena was texting April throughout the afternoon, asking questions about the book and coding. Mostly the book. Hassan also messaged April for help. He was smart, but he had a habit of overlooking simple things while tackling complex issues. April hopped onto a video chat with him to help with the authentication module.
“Okay, so the problem is that you deleted this piece here that’s checking the session token before it hits the database,” April said, highlighting a block of code on the shared screen. “Removing it let unauthenticated users send numerous unnecessary queries.”
“Good point,” Hassan winced on the video call. “I thought it was redundant.”
“It looks that way at first,” April agreed. “But it saves a lot of load when traffic spikes.”
The call was very successful and they were both satisfied with the fix. Helping the team like that was one of her favorite parts of the job. Debugging felt endless, but talking through problems with people was amazing. It reminded her why she first decided to major in computer science.
Just as she was about to dive into the next task, a loud knock at the front door made her jump. April briefly wondered who it was until her eyes widened in realization. She practically jumped off the couch and hurried to the door. The delivery driver was already walking away, but she was more interested in the package on the floor.
April grinned as she brought it inside and opened it on the coffee table. She tore through the tissue paper to find the sexy garments she had ordered. The purple satin chemise was even prettier in person, with fabric that shimmered in the light. Thin straps and lace trim made it look elegant and daring.
The schoolgirl outfit was every guy’s fantasy. White collared short-sleeve shirt, pleated skirt, black tie. April giggled to herself as she imagined Evan’s reaction. She wanted to try the stuff on, but she had to work. After recycling the box, she placed the lingerie in the top drawer of her dresser. A secret for later.
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