Chapter 13
Chapter 13 ....
It was a bright spring day, the sun was shining in a clear blue sky. Daffodils were starting to show their warm yellow blooms and a blackbird, on the branch of a lilac tree outside the window, was singing for a mate.
Ben Watson had been working at his computer all morning. He had a deadline, his publisher wanted the first draft of his novel by the end of the week. But he had only just started Chapter Thirteen.
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"Tom woke early, made a strong coffee, sat down at his computer and started to type. The morning passed quickly and it was mid-day before he decided to take a break. Hoping to meet up with his friends for a latte or two, Tom strolled through the sunshine to the coffee shop on the corner of his street and settled himself at his favourite table.
He hadn't been there long and there was no sign of his friends when the door opened and a tall, slim and very attractive blonde entered; looking up he smiled at her. When she returned his smile her face lit up, she smiled as much with her beautiful blue eyes as with her full red lips. Spellbound, he was wondering how he could start a conversation with her, when to his surprise she spoke to him. ″You’re a writer, aren’t you?″
Before he could answer she pulled out the chair opposite. ″Do you mind if I join you?″
″Please do, yes I am ... a writer, I mean,″ Tom replied, and always a sucker for a beautiful woman, he forgot all about his friends.
″Don’t tell me you have read something of mine?″ Tom specialised in erotica and was really hoping she had read some of his work.
″I have all of your work,″ she replied, still smiling. ″But I’m not sure that you have properly researched some of your ideas.″
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she had the most sensual, come-to-bed smile he had ever seen.
″Don’t you think my ideas are possible, then?″ he asked.
″Maybe you should try them out,″ the blonde smiled.
Quick to recognise when he was being teased, the author laughed and turned the tables: ″Are you offering to help me with my research?″
But his laughter froze on his lips when this beautiful blonde licked her lips slowly, fixed him with a gaze that spoke volumes of concentrated sensuality and replied, ″Yes, if you would like me to.″
Tom was trying to look cool, but he was in a daze as they hurried back to his apartment. Before the door was properly closed they were entwined in each other’s arms and tearing clothes off. The rest of the afternoon and throughout the night they explored all the positions he had written about and proved that they did work, every one.
When Tom woke the next morning, she was gone, and he never saw her again."
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Ben was pleased with this sub-plot of his main story. He stopped typing and decided to treat himself to a coffee to celebrate. Strolling through the sunshine he crossed to the coffee shop on the corner of his street and settled himself at his favourite table.
He hadn't been there long when the door opened and a tall, slim and very attractive blonde entered, looking up he smiled at her. She returned his smile and her face lit up, her beautiful blue eyes smiled as much as her full red lips. He was mesmerised and his mind raced, trying to find a way he could start a conversation.
But, to his surprise, she spoke first: ″You’re a writer, aren’t you?″
She pulled out the chair opposite before he had time to answer. ″Do you mind if I join you?″
″Not at all and yes I am ... a writer,″ Ben replied, feeling the cold shiver of déja vu. ″Don’t tell me you have read something of mine?″
Ben, like his character, specialised in erotica, and really hoped she had read some of his work.
″I have a copy of everything you've had published,″ she replied, smiling, ″but I’m sure you haven’t properly researched some of your ideas.″
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she had the most sensual, come-to-bed smile he had ever seen. She was everything he had just described in his novel. ″Don’t you think they are possible, then?″
″Maybe you should try them out,″ the blonde teased him.
He knew what he should say next to turn the tables, and hoping he was going to live out his story asked, ″Are you offering to help me with my research?″
But he couldn’t believe his luck when this beautiful blonde slowly licked her lips, fixed him with a gaze that seemed to reach right into his being and replied, ″Yes, if you would like me to.″
They strolled back to his apartment arm in arm and before the door closed Ben and the blonde fell against it, entwined in their embrace and greedily pulling each other's clothes off. The rest of the afternoon and throughout the night they researched all the positions he had written about and proved that they did work, every one.
Finally they fell asleep in each other's arms, but when he woke the next morning, she was gone.
Totally infatuated with her, Ben quickly wrote several more chapters including her and Tom, he had them meeting at the coffee shop again. But when he went to look for her she wasn’t there, and it was the same result wherever he tried to write about a meeting. He even tried to include her calling at Tom’s apartment and moving in with him, but all to no avail. He never saw her again.
Eventually forced to admit defeat and give up the search, Ben sadly returned to his writing. He finished the book and sent it to the publisher, a little later than planned. The beautiful blonde slipped from Ben's mind over the following months, with the publishing and promotional events for his book, and he started to get on with his life.
He started his next book and nothing was further from his mind than his brief encounter. But as he reached the time for his character to have a romance, thoughts of the blonde flitted across his mind. He was anxious not to enter the madness of trying to find her again, so decided that the romantic interlude in this book would take place in a park and the girl would be a petite redhead. He didn’t really notice the coincidence that the meeting would again take place in Chapter Thirteen.
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"Walking through the park, Tom was approaching the war memorial when a gorgeous redhead tripped and fell from the top step. He reached out, caught her and lowered her gently to the ground.
″Are you alright?″ he asked.
″I think so, thanks to you,″ she smiled ... then winced as she tried to put her weight on her left foot. ″But I think I have sprained my ankle.″
″Let me help you,″ Tom offered as he swept her up into his arms and carried her to a park bench.
He knelt in front of her and raised her foot to examine the injury. After feeling around the slim, shapely ankle he smiled, ″I don’t think anything is broken, but it could probably do with a cold compress to prevent it swelling.″
Still holding her foot off the ground, he glanced up at her sympathetically, but with her leg raised like that, her short skirt had lifted to reveal that she was wearing only a minuscule thong beneath it. The revealing garment was no bigger than a postage stamp and really didn’t cover anything.
He could feel himself reacting to this wonderful view, and it was a few moments before he realised he was still staring up her skirt. Worried what she might be thinking of him, he looked up at her face. She was smiling the most wonderful, come-to-bed smile he had seen. She was well aware of what he could see but made no attempt to move or cover herself.
″I-I live nearby - can I carry you back there and put a compress on it?″ he asked tentatively.
″That’s very kind of you,″ she responded, running her tongue slowly over her smiling lips. ″I will have to find some way to show my appreciation.″
Back at the apartment he placed her gently on his sofa before going to get a towel and a bowl of cold water for the treatment. She was lying on the sofa when he returned, her knees raised, and her short skirt had fallen back over her stomach so that he was afforded a perfect view of her slim hips and beautiful thighs. He could see she had the smallest wisp of red hair peeping out from under the triangular postage-stamp that was the thong.
She reached out to him invitingly; forgetting the compress he sat next to her on the sofa, took her up into his arms and kissed her. First she held him tightly, then easing back she peeled his clothes off before removing all of her own. The rest of the day was taken up with passionate lovemaking - on the sofa, the bed and even on the balcony overlooking his garden.
When they paused for food Tom noticed that her twisted ankle was no longer bothering her.
″That has made a remarkable recovery,″ he smiled.
″Mmmm, so it has,″ she replied with her sexy smile and led him back to bed, where they stayed for the rest of the night making love. Tom thought this was the best sex he had ever had and when he woke the next morning, he couldn’t help smiling at the redhead asleep next to him ...."
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Ben liked his story so far and decided to take a break. Since his experience with the blonde he had stopped going to the coffee shop, but he’d asked his friends to watch for her. He found it too painful to go in himself, so he went for a walk in the park.
Ben was approaching the steps to the war memorial, when a gorgeous redhead tripped and fell from the top. He caught her and lowered her gently to the ground. ″Are you alright?″ he asked.
″I think so, thanks to you,″ she smiled ... then winced as she tried to put her weight on her left foot. ″But I think I have twisted my ankle.″
″Let me help you,″ Ben offered as he lifted he into his arms and carried her to a park bench.
He knelt in front of her and raised her foot to examine the injury. Feeling around her ankle he said, ″I don’t think anything is broken, but it could probably do with a cold compress to prevent it swelling.″
Holding her foot off the ground, he glanced up at her sympathetically, but with her leg raised like that her miniskirt had lifted to reveal that she was wearing only a minute thong beneath it. The revealing garment was so small it really didn’t hide anything and he could see where the strap from the tiny triangle of material disappeared between the rose petal like shape of her labia lips. A strong feeling of déja vu shivered down his spine as he felt himself reacting to this wonderful view.
After a few moments he realised he was still staring up her skirt, and worried that she might think him a pervert, he looked up at her face. She was smiling the most seductive smile he'd seen since the blonde. She made no attempt to cover herself, even though she was well aware of how much was exposed to his view.
″I-I live nearby - can I carry you back there and put a compress on it?″ he asked tentatively.
″That’s very kind of you,″ the redhead responded, then running her tongue slowly over her smiling lips, ″I will have to find some way to show my appreciation.″
Back at the apartment he placed her gently on his sofa before going to get a towel and a bowl of cold water for the cold compress.
When he returned she was still lying on the sofa, her knees raised, and her miniskirt had fallen away, affording him a perfect view of her hips and beautiful slender thighs. He could see she had the smallest wisp of red hair peeping out from under the tiny triangle that was the thong. She reached out and pulled him towards her. The compress was forgotten as he sat next to her on the sofa, took her up into his arms and kissed her.
She deftly removed his clothes then her own and they made passionate love - on the sofa, the bed, the kitchen table and even on the balcony overlooking his garden. Out in the garden they made love against the apple tree and in the middle of the lawn under the stars.
When they paused to eat, Ben noticed that her twisted ankle was no longer bothering her.
″That's made a remarkable recovery,″ he smiled.
″Mmmm, so it has,″ she replied with her sexy smile and led him back to bed. The rest of the night was spent making love in any place or position they could think of. Ben was sure this was the best sex he'd ever had and when he woke the next morning, he couldn’t help smiling - the redhead was asleep next to him ....
He crept out of bed so as not to wake her, and went to make breakfast.
But when he returned with the tray she was gone!
Unable to accept that it could have happened again, Ben searched everywhere for her. He wrote several more chapters including her and Tom; he had them meeting at the war memorial again and at the coffee shop, he even wrote about finding her waiting in his bed. But whatever he wrote it was all to no avail ... he never saw the redhead again.
In desperation, Ben put his book to one side and started afresh. He was suspicious now, he couldn’t work out how his books were turning into real life, but that was what seemed to be happening. When he reached Chapter Thirteen again, he decided to find out if these brief encounters really were linked to his books.
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"Two young women knocked on Tom's door, they were dressed in three-quarter-length, shaped and fashionable overcoats, and when he answered, they seemed to want to talk about religion.
″Hello,″ the brunette spoke in a husky voice, her lips shone as she licked them slowly.
″We have come to talk to you about Heaven,″ the second girl explained. She was slightly shorter than her companion and had black hair framing a beautiful delicately featured face.
″We want you to shout the name of the Lord,″ whispered the tall brunette, slightly breathless.
″Can we ... come ... in?″ the dark-haired girl asked, spacing the words to make it obvious her question could be taken in quite a different way.
″Please do,″ Tom replied smiling.
They filed in slowly as he held the door and brushing past him, they both paused and looked deeply into his eyes. Tom felt a thrill run up and down his spine.
″Can I take your coats?″ he asked. ″Would you like a drink?″
″Thank you,″ the brunette answered with a very seductive smile as she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip to the floor. Tom’s eyes opened wide, he was astounded, beneath her coat she was wearing nothing. The other girl’s coat hit the floor and he looked at her - she too was totally naked.
They walked towards him and started to remove his clothes. Kissing his body from head to toe they massaged every part of him before taking turns to make love to him. For three days they did not leave his apartment. When Tom was resting the girls put on a show for him by making love to each other. When they slept, Tom was in the middle with a girl’s head on each shoulder, a leg on each of his legs and they both had a hand on his manhood. Tom was in his own personal Heaven. On the fourth day, when ...."
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There was a knock on his door, and Ben left his story while he went to went to answer it.
When he opened the door; there were two women dressed in three-quarter-length, shaped and fashionable overcoats. He smiled to himself. ‘This could be fun,’ he thought.
″Hello,″ the brunette spoke in a husky voice, her lips shone as she ran her tongue slowly over them. ″We have come to talk to you about Heaven,″ the second girl said. She was slightly shorter than her companion and had black hair framing a beautiful delicately featured face.
″We want you to shout the name of the Lord,″ exclaimed the brunette with a slightly breathless whisper.
″Can we ... come ... in?″ the dark-haired girl asked, it was obvious her question could be taken in quite a different way.
″Please do,″ Ben replied.
They filed in slowly as he held the door and brushing past him, they both paused and looked deeply into his eyes. Ben felt a thrill of déja vu run up and down his spine.
″Can I take your coats?″ he asked. ″Would you like a drink?″
″Thank you,″ the brunette answered with a very seductive smile as she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip to the floor. Although he half expected it Ben was still taken aback, beneath her coat she was wearing nothing.
The other girl’s coat hit the floor, she too was totally naked. Walking towards him they removed his clothes, kissed his body from head to toe and massaged every part of him before taking turns to make love to him.
For three days they didn't leave his apartment. When Ben was resting, the girls put on a show for him by making love to each other. They slept with Ben in the middle, a girl’s head on each shoulder, a leg on each of his legs and they both rested a hand, gently, on his manhood. Ben was in Paradise.
On the fourth day ....
The two women woke and looking round they smiled, kissed, caressed each other and settled down together to make love.
″If only he’d finished writing the story,″ whispered the brunette.
The bed between them was empty and Ben was never heard from again!
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Outside it was a warm spring day, the sun was shining from a clear blue sky. Daffodils were beginning to show their warm yellow blooms and the blackbird, on a branch outside the window, had finally attracted a mate ....
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