One Upsmanship

Chapter 99 -- Anna and Ben meet again "Ben, I don't know if I can do that," Anna said all of a sudden. "You're not on stage... you don't need to perform," I replied slowly, trying to ease her tension. I took another drag of my cigarette and added: "You don't really have to do anything in particular." Yes, suddenly Anna had grown pensive. We were sitting at the café where I had taken her in the story that I had written about us, imagining our first sensual encounter, before she had left to attend university in Saigon last year. A friend of her had discovered the story a few months back, however, and alerted her. Two weeks ago, Anna had confronted me about it, but we still had consumed our lust for each other. Which we wanted to do again today, but now she had doubts, and I wasn't sure why. Anna was a former student of mine, who was almost 19 and studying at some fancy university in Saigon. When she left our small town in Central Vietna...

I stood by myself on the small stage, watching three people talk about me as though I wasn't there. I sort of felt like I was back in high school waiting to get a test back that I wasn't sure I'd passed. Only in this case, I had just finished a mini-audition for a small cover band that played in a bar called Big Carl's. I had been in Atlanta for two weeks without finding a job, and my funds were dwindling. I didn't know what this particular job paid, but anything coming in would help stem my financial bleeding until I could find a real job. However, although beautiful, the group's leader, Tanya, impressed me as being a total bitch. As much as I wanted into this group, I figured she'd tell me to take a hike. As I stepped down off the stage, I watched her closely. She had put away her phone and was staring at me intently. I took the fact that she wasn't snarling as a good sign. But then she wasn't smiling either. Finally, Tanya had joined George and ...

This is one part of a 5-part story. It is mostly a tale of first-time exhibitionism, but in certain chapters it does contain some incestuous overtones in regard to one of the relationships. If that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Consider this your warning. If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated. All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older. This part of The Replacement picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy! ***** Saturday evening, 8 weeks before Opening Night Gavin's mansion was gorgeous. He had invited the cast and crew over for the script read-through and had taken them on a tour, showing them every ro...

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. If that fact bothers you, then quit reading now. *.**.***.**.* *** Laci Meyers came to, a horrible taste in her mouth and an incessant pounding in her head. She tried to open her eyes and couldn't. Her jaws ached; Laci had a bad habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep. Her bladder was full. Her bladder threatened to explode at any moment. The tempurpedic mattress was soft, yielding and comforting. That plushness did not lend itself to a speedy exit, though. Laci almost screamed when she realized that there was an arm across her middle. There was also a warm, hard body behind her, pressing against her. There were bits and pieces of the warm, hard form touching against bits and pieces of her nude body. "I'm naked!?" Laci reali...

"I was so looking forward to it. Why do you have to be so clumsy?" "Jed, you make it sound as if I did it on purpose." Of course she hadn't, and I was being a jerk. When the woman you love, badly sprains her ankle while out walking, you give her sympathy, and not abuse. A heartfelt sorry from me, followed by a hug, got a big smile from her. We were now OK again. An hour later, I was still disappointed about tomorrow's camping trip being cancelled, but I was doing my best not to show it. And I still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell Jess. She wouldn't be happy, and she would probably find some way of blaming me for Lizzy's misfortune, even though that would be completely irrational. However, when I did eventually call my Sister, she was surprisingly calm about it. "It's no big deal, we can always go camping on another weekend. I'm just glad that her ankle isn't broken." While we were eating our evening meal Lizzy was qu...