April, After Midnight
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
~Friday 11 October, 2024~
April woke up before Evan’s alarm, her head resting on his chest. She lay quietly beside him, watching him sleep as the morning light filtered through the curtains. For several moments she simply listened to his breathing, remembering the myth they had read the night before. His phone eventually started chirping and he quickly woke to turn it off.
“Morning,” Evan murmured.
“Morning,” April replied with a soft smile.
Evan rolled onto his side and studied her with a playful expression. “That smile. You look like you’re plotting something.”
“Maybe I am,” the petite blonde giggled.
“Is it the thing that came in the mail yesterday?” he asked.
April raised an eyebrow in response.
“You’re evil,” Evan groaned theatrically. “You’re enjoying torturing me.”
“You’ll survive,” she said sweetly.
“You don’t know that,” he countered.
“Yes, I do,” April smirked, pecking his lips. “I want you to randomly think of me throughout the day, and when you do, I expect you to pop a boner.”
“That just might happen,” Evan acknowledged, slipping a hand between her legs. “I’ll be thinking of all the ways to make this pussy purr.”
“Mm, fuck,” April moaned. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
“Make sure you think about my body all day at work,” she kissed him again before sliding out of bed. “You should get ready. Good luck getting anything done today.”
Evan’s eyes fell to her butt as she sashayed toward the door. “You know,” he called after her, “the longer this drags out, the higher my expectations!”
“That’s the point,” she replied.
They took turns showering, with April making sure to tease Evan by walking around with just a white towel wrapped around her body. She only gave him small glimpses before disappearing to get ready. April noticed the book several times, resisting the urge to open it. There wasn’t time, and she was already using its teachings. Hunger needed to be tended so it could grow.
“Have a good day, babe,” Evan kissed her.
“Should I wear something nice tonight?” April asked.
“You should,” he confirmed. “I’ll pick you up for our date tonight.”
“That serious?” she smiled.
“Very.”
Work went by surprisingly fast. April spent most of her morning finishing a few lingering tasks so she could focus on the update. She also had to deflect the occasional question from Lena, who was determined to get all the details. Lena was only temporarily satisfied when April promised a breakdown of her date.
While coding, April’s thoughts kept drifting back to the evening. To the ancient book, and to the sexy outfits hidden in her dresser at home. Around mid-morning, Evan started texting her. April smiled and texted with her boyfriend as she worked and fantasized about her upcoming date.
Evan: Thinking of you.
April: Hm, what about me?:)
Evan: How smart and beautiful you are. How lucky I am to be with you.
April: I can’t wait for our date tonight.
Evan: I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait. When I see you, I’m sure I’ll want to just take you.
April: Patience is a virtue!
Evan: I’m more interested in the sin of lust.;)
April: Trust me, baby, what came in the mail is VERY sinful.
Evan: You’re definitely building my desire. And my hunger for you.
April: Good.:)
Evan: Pick you up at seven?
April: Perfect.
Lunch arrived, and April ate with Lena at their usual corner table. Lena finally managed to get some information about April’s night. The two ladies spent the hour talking about the joys of cunnilingus, both of them agreeing it could often be better than intercourse. It was one of the few acts that was truly all about the woman.
April and Evan exchanged flirty texts throughout the day. At one point, April even went to the bathroom and took a picture down her shirt so he could see her cleavage. Evan responded with an image of his bulge as he sat at his desk. She jokingly reminded him not to stand up for a bit.
For the first time in a long while, April felt excited about a date with Evan. It wasn’t familiar and routine. It was pure excitement to the point she was feeling the kind of anxiety that usually preceded a first date. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if the book had known it would happen.
When arriving home, the quiet of the apartment soothed April immediately. It felt different. Almost like she was a single lady again, looking forward to her date picking her up. She smiled in anticipation, both love and lust bubbling inside of her in a way they hadn’t in ages.
The dresser drawer slid open with a soft scraping noise. April took out the silk chemise and held it up, admiring how the fabric shimmered. Her heart beat a little faster as she imagined wearing it for Evan. She was starting to get wet in anticipation of a very romantic evening.
“Later,” she murmured to herself, returning the lingerie to the drawer.
She changed into a simple black dress that fell to mid-thigh. Even with heels, April barely broke five-feet in height. A couple of bracelets and a pair of dangling earrings completed the look. A quick glance in the mirror told her she made the right choice; the dress was pretty, but not overly revealing. It would also be easy to slip out of later.
There was still some time before Evan would arrive, so April sat on the couch with Secrets of the Passionate Arts. Starting at the beginning, April flipped through the first seven lessons, remembering the familiar titles. She soon arrived at Lesson Eight: Possession.
“That’s ... not right,” April frowned.
While she had only explored a small portion of the massive tome, April had flipped through the ten numbered lessons at the beginning. Devotion. Lesson eight was devotion, not possession. She was absolutely certain of it. April traced the edge of the page slowly, her eyes examining the text. The elegant, handwritten script flowed across the page like always, but it felt sharper. Newer. Almost like it was just written.
April brushed the ink with her thumb. It didn’t smear. She shook her head, reminding herself the book was probably centuries old. Centuries old with modern writing and references to modern concepts. Flipping back, she confirmed that the other lessons were the same as before. She told herself she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of that myth of a book that told lovers what they needed to hear. Shaking her head, she dove into the lesson.
The section began by simply stating that loving without claiming is loving timidly. Many hesitated to embrace the depth of their desire. They feared seeming selfish or possessive. However, true possession between lovers was not ownership. It was recognition. Two hearts discovering their hunger often feared losing what they had found.
Lesson Eight hit her harder than she expected. April was worried about losing what she had with Evan. Worried about the way they had grown apart once before, and that lingering affection for Stacey might come between them. She had opened up about her feelings for Stacey, but she still hadn’t told Evan about her uncle. It was something she had blocked out and never intended to bring up.
Carefully, she closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Whatever the explanation was for the strange book, it could wait. The night was about her and Evan. They would possess each other’s hearts. And judging by the way her pulse quickened when she thought of the lingerie in her dresser, it was going to be a great date.
The soft buzz of the apartment intercom made April look up from the couch. She checked the time on her phone and saw that Evan was right on time. Her heart raced as she stood and walked over to the panel beside the door. It really was like getting picked up for a first date.
“Hello?” she said.
“Your ride is here,” Evan’s voice replied through the speaker.
“Come on up,” April responded, pressing the button to unlock the front door.
Taking a few steps back, April smoothed out her dress as she waited. Jewelry on, wavy hair falling freely down her back, phone in her clutch purse; she was ready to go. Her heart sped up when she heard footsteps in the hallway. Moments later the knock on the door arrived. April took a deep breath and opened it.
Evan stood in the hall holding a bouquet of red roses. His usual work clothes were gone, replaced with a dark jacket over a crisp white shirt. He looked amazing. As April checked out Evan, he was doing the same with her. His eyes moved over the dress, the loose waves of her hair, and the soft smile on her pretty face.
“Wow,” he whispered.
“You clean up pretty well yourself,” April replied, feeling warmth in her cheeks. “I’m just trying to figure out how you changed into the suit without coming home.”
“I slipped it out of the apartment in a garment bag,” Evan explained. “Then I changed at work.”
“I appreciate the effort,” she grinned.
He lifted the bouquet. “These are for you.”
April took the flowers, surprised by how much the simple gestures meant to her. “They’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” Evan said sincerely.
Stepping closer, she kissed him gently. “Ready to go?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “We probably should before I grab you and take you right here.”
“Patience, baby,” April pecked his cheek. “Let me put these in water.”
When they were ready, Evan held the door open for April and placed his hand at the small of her back as she walked out. As they stepped into the hallway, they immediately started holding hands. April laced her fingers through his, more excited for a simple date than she had been in a long time.
The restaurant Evan chose was small and warm, an intimate place that was perfect for a nice date. Soft lighting and quiet music made conversation easy. April sat across from Evan in a booth near the window, sipping from her glass of ice water while he studied the menu.
“Can’t decide?” April asked.
“Everything looks good,” Evan answered.
“You always order the same thing here,” she smirked.
“That’s not true,” he shook his head.
“Pasta with chicken,” April stated plainly. “That’s what you’re getting.”
“There’s nothing wrong with predictability,” Evan argued.
“Didn’t our problems start because things became routine?” she gave him a look.
“Well, maybe,” he admitted. “If it helps, I’m much hungrier for you than I am for dinner.”
“I’ll be dessert,” April waggled her eyebrows.
Conversation was easy and familiar, yet they also both felt a spark between them that had been gone for a while. April kept remembering the lessons; awareness and proximity. After ordering, they held hands across the table, reminding her of touch and shared warmth. She definitely desired Evan and was more than willing to surrender to him. Evan’s hunger for her was obvious in his eyes, making her heart flutter.
“I’m really glad we did this,” Evan said after taking a bite of his steak.
“Me too,” April smiled, sipping her wine.
“So,” he began, leaning forward, “any big plans this weekend?”
April raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who asked me out. Shouldn’t you be planning a nice time for me?”
“I planned tonight,” he reasoned. “I thought we could figure out the weekend together.”
“Hm, what else do you have for me tonight?” she grinned.
“After dinner, we’re going to take a romantic walk through Strawberry Park,” Evan answered.
“Oooh, fun,” April purred. “Unless you’re just planning on parking the car and doing me in the backseat?”
“Nah, I thought we’d go skinnydipping,” he teased.
“Keep dreaming, buddy,” she giggled, even though it did sound fun to her.
They switched to talking about their days, and April admitted to reading the book while waiting for Evan to pick her up. She explained the lesson on possession, how it wasn’t about one partner controlling the other. The topic led to some cute flirting about claiming each other. Evan and April also talked about the line that mentioned partners fearing a loss of connection. Both agreed the book seemed almost tailored to them.
April looked down at her plate for a moment before adding quietly, “There’s something else.”
“Oh?” Evan asked, looking at her with interest.
“I think the lesson changed,” she admitted.
“What do you mean?” he frowned slightly.
“I flipped ahead to see how many lessons there were,” April rubbed her thumb along the edge of her wineglass. “Lesson eight used to be called Devotion. I’m sure of it. Now it says Possession.”
“I don’t think books can change their text,” Evan chuckled lightly.
“It’s not just that,” she swallowed weakly. “I know I left it in the living room, then it was on the bedside table. The illustrations sometimes look like us, sometimes not. The text fits us almost too perfectly, and the language feels modern for such an old book.”
“Okay,” he looked at her carefully. “It’s normal to forget where you left something. How often do you lose your coffee?”
“I guess,” April shrugged.
“The illustrations? A lot of women have wavy hair, April. They’re barely more than stick figures, they don’t look like anyone,” Evan continued. “The text does fit us, but I’m sure it fits a lot of couples.”
“That’s true,” she acknowledged.
“The text probably is modern,” he reasoned. “Maybe someone found a really old book that no one ever wrote in. They liked it and used it instead of having something printed.”
“So, you’re saying I’m crazy?” April giggled.
“Yeah, but it’s fine,” Evan smiled charmingly. “Our crazy fits together.”
“That was cheesy,” she blushed slightly. “But, you’re right. I’m probably just really emotional. It has been a strange week.”
“Strange, but good,” he raised his glass.
She didn’t hesitate to clink glasses. “Strange, but good.”
April was all smiles through the rest of dinner, but a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that Secrets of the Passionate Arts was more than just strange.
The drive to Strawberry Park was quiet in the best way possible. Some of the playfulness from dinner still lingered between them, softened by the relaxing drive. Evan kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with April’s as they followed the road toward the park.
Turning onto the dirt road just as the last light of sunset faded, Evan squeezed April’s hand and gave her a soft smile. The parking lot near the woods was especially dark, with no street lights to illuminate the area. Several cars were there, but it wasn’t hard to find a spot away from everyone else.
“Ready?” Evan asked, shutting off the engine.
“Lead the way,” April smiled.
They stepped out into the cool evening air, and April immediately regretted wearing heels. Hopefully the trail wouldn’t be too rough. The scent of pine and damp earth hung around them while the chirping of insects filled the air. April looped her arm through Evan’s as they walked.
Passing a parked car with fogged windows, April noticed it was moving slightly. She smirked when she saw a delicate hand press against the glass window of one of the rear doors. A larger hand closed over the small one, making it obvious what was going on in there.
“If it’s rockin’ don’t come knockin’” Evan laughed as they continued toward the trail.
“How romantic,” April snorted.
“So the empty beer bottles and used condoms aren’t doing it for you?” he joked.
“No, but being here with you is,” she replied.
“Good,” Evan whispered as they passed another couple that disappeared down the path. “This place hasn’t changed at all.”
“You used to come here a lot?” April asked as laughter echoed faintly through the trees.
“Back in college,” he nodded. “Everyone did. I forgot you aren’t an Ashwood native.”
“Nope, I came here for college and never left,” she confirmed, remembering her roommate telling her about the park. Stacey had lost her cherry in the backseat of a car parked in the area. “And I wasn’t the type to go parking. Sounds like you were.”
“I might have hooked up in that lot,” Evan admitted.
April hip-checked him playfully as they walked the path. “So this is where all the wild stories happened.”
“A few of them,” he laughed.
Their nice clothes felt out of place on the rough trail, but there was enough space on the path to avoid brush or branches. April squeezed Evan’s hand when the faint sounds of the small waterfall reached them. They soon noticed the silver light shimmering between the trunks of trees, indicating their destination was nearby. For a brief moment, the warmth she felt while reading the book filled her chest.
The trail opened up and the lake stretched out before them, pale moonlight spilling across the water. Evan’s thumb caressed April’s hand as they listened to the sounds of the murmuring waterfall and the soft breeze through the trees. They stopped near the shoreline and gazed across the lake to the waterfall.
“It’s beautiful at night,” Evan said.
“Yeah,” April nodded slowly, “it really is.”
Turning to face him, April placed her hands on his chest as they silently watched each other. The quiet between them was charged as the world seemed to shrink until only the two of them existed. Evan brushed a loose strand of hair from April’s face, his fingertips lingering against her cheek.
“You look amazing tonight,” he said quietly.
Her breath caught slightly. “So do you.”
Evan’s hand slid to the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Their kiss started slow; soft, warm, and familiar. Something inside them ignited as April’s fingers clenched the fabric of Evan’s jacket. The kiss deepened as their tongues danced, their passion growing. April felt heat spreading through her, the same warmth she felt while reading the book. It wasn’t just in her chest any longer; it was everywhere, humming faintly beneath her skin.
April pulled back just enough to breathe, fire burning in her green eyes. “Evan...”
“Yeah, babe?” he whispered, his hand at the small of her back.
“Do you feel that?” her voice came out in a whisper.
“Love? Absolutely,” Evan husked, kissing her again. “God, I want you.”
“Mm, not just that,” April moaned between kisses. “Warmth, electricity, fire. Like when I read the book.”
“The book just reminded us why we fell for each other,” he insisted, his hand sliding up her side. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Sounds like it’s working on you, too,” she said against his lips. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Either way, I’m not complaining,” Evan swallowed, his hand finding her breast.
“Me neither,” April moaned at his touch.
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