Just Be Yourself

"I'll have whatever the fuck that thing was." She yelled over the noise. The punk nodded, and with practiced ease, recreated the beverage.

"One Double Rum Raspberry and Orange juice Daytona Screwdriver." The bartender said, pushing it forward before going back for more orders. Nadia lifted it gently, feeling like the stem of the glass would snap if she squeezed it hard enough. She took a sip.

"Huh. This is actually pretty good." The bartender gave an eyeroll, but it looked like an eyeroll was her permanent state of being. Nadia focused on the dance floor. Amidst the harsh glow of the overhead lamps, her eyes swept for targets. She spotted a few clearly taken gentlemen. Though she was sure her body could probably give them a convincing argument against monogamy, she eventually decided against using her sexy powers for evil. A few single-looking candidates appeared, moving from girl to girl, trying their luck.

A dopamine shudder hit her body, rolling down her spine until it settled at her waist. She bit her lip. It was starting again. Lousy goddamn magic. She had to find a decent guy quickly, or she'd start getting a lot less choosy.

She found a candidate. Not on the dance floor, but off to the side. Where you'd find the wallflowers and hangers on, but it was impossible that he was either. Cripes, she felt like dabbing her forehead like a Southern Damsel just looking at him. Chiseled features with a hint of stubble, light brown hair cut and styled like he just walked off a movie set. He leaned against the wall with a quiet confidence, utterly assured of his place in the universe. She traipsed through the dance floor over to his side, leaning up against the wall beside him.

"What's your name?" She asked, trying out her best husky, seductive voice. She hoped it sounded better out loud than it did in her ears.

"Dave. What should I call you, cutie?"

"Lana. Yeah. Lana's the name. You...wanna dance?"

He nodded once, then took her hand. A sudden burst of addrenalin shot through her as she remembered she was fucking awful at dancing. Luckily she remembered that drunk girls don't need to know how to dance. She grabbed him close and just started swaying her ass to the music. He got the hint, and let her take the lead.

She tossed her hair up, feeling it rain down like water against the back of her neck. She unleashed her most dangerous set of Fuck Me Eyes at him before turning around and grinding herself against him. It was fucking shameless, but she couldn't help herself. The ache in her loins was only growing worse.

Dave pulled her closer, her chest just inches from his. She looked back across her shoulder. He stared into her, raw animalistic passion on his face as they surged together. Her pussy was on fire, her pussy yearning to be filled by this man's essence. Her imagination ran away with her. She'd spread out for him, already wet. His mammoth, virile cock would pump away until they both burst. His hot seed splashing in her clenching depths, his huge arms wrapped around her body as he softened. The image was intoxicating.

Her own body brought her back to reality. She'd been absently rubbing herself through her dress during the dance. A little touch here, a little swipe there. Just to take the edge off, she had told herself. But the lurid thoughts surging through her mind, and the dancing...she was going to cum any second, right in front of this guy!

"I have...I have to go!" She said, turning and running off the floor. It was the fairy, she told herself. Her damn magic making her horny and sensitive. This wasn't her. She wasn't this depraved...right? She stumbled towards the lady's room, trying to think unsexy thoughts. But her mind kept coming back to her and Dave. Her, riding him until he couldn't help but spurt. Or maybe him taking her from behind while she presented on all fours. She imagined herself impaled on his length as he surged back and forth. Back and forth. Back and-

It hit her just as she cleared the entrance to the bathroom. A warm, tingling orgasm, not as intense as in her apartment but just as sudden. And as she quickly discovered, just as wet. She tried to softly tip-toe to the stalls, but it was too late. Nadia stood stiff as a board in the middle of the public restroom, closed her eyes, and let go. She helplessly creamed herself, her panties instantly drenching in the torrent of her release. Juices leaked down her thighs as she whimpered, her face boiling over in shame. Her mind locked up in lightning bolts of pleasure, pulsing and surging as she lost herself. It took a few agonizing seconds of this numbing bliss, but she got control back. The disaster was over.

There were no women at the sinks, but she could see two pairs of feet relieving themselves. She had to act fast, before they were finished, and before anyone else walked in and saw her like this. Legs covered in feminine cum all the way down to her socks. She practically dove over to the paper towel dispenser, thanking her lucky stars that this club hadn't switched to hand dryers. She went to work, dabbing at her dress and her legs, trying to sop up the mess.

Thankfully her dress was black, and the stains would be less visible. But what about black lights, she thought. Doesn't cum show up in black lights? Or is that just semen? Fuck!

She slipped off her sodden black panties. No way she could dry these in time. She heard one of the toilet's flush, and without another moment's hesitation she tossed them into the trash. As the air breathed gently against the still moist pussy, she instantly regretted it. It wouldn't take long for another mind-shattering orgasm to creep up on her.

She needed to snare Dave quick, and get him out of the club. If only there was a way to convince a man to do something with an incredibly attractive woman...

***

In less than ten minutes, they were in a cab on their way to Nadia's place. Truth be told, the wait in the back seat of the car was a little awkward. She let out a long breath, while Dave tapped his hands on his knees.

"So...how 'bout them Nicks?"

He turned to look at her. "What?"

"Oh it's just something...never mind. Dumb joke."

"No, it's alright. I get it. Awkward pauses. It's from- I mean, I think I heard a guy say it."

Nadia turned to him. "No, you were right. It's from a show. Darmok and Jelad. The sitcom about the two aliens. You ever...?" She was way out of character from the diminutive sexpot, but she didn't care. Nobody she knew watched D&J, and she wouldn't pass up this opportunity.

"No. I mean," He looked off to the side, "Yeah, I watch it every week."

"Oh my god, that's awesome!" She squealed.

"Remember that episode where they went to Tenagra?"

"And they knock down the walls? Shaka's face, goddamnit." He said, chuckling. They spent the rest of the ride talking about the show, other TV they liked, and one of the actors' IMDB page. They were so lost in conversation they'd almost passed her apartment. Thankfully the driver spotted the street number in the headlights and stopped with a jolt. Dave paid him, and they walked to her door.

"You sure you want to let me in? I won't be mad if you tell me to go now," He said, then added, "Well, I'd be a little mad. The cab just drove away."

She smiled. "No way man, it's cool. You're cool. You're, like, super-cool."

"Alright. Cool."

After that scintillating exchange of repartee, she unlocked the door with her key and led him into the foyer. As they entered the elevator and pressed the button for her floor, she started to get antsy. The ache in her loins had returned. It started as a small burn, but she knew it would quickly turn into a bonfire. It would be only a few minutes before she'd be begging for cock. She pressed the floor button a dozen more times.

When Nadia's trembling fingers finally unlocked the door to her apartment, she had to suppress her shock. It was nearly spotless. Far from the lazy bachelorette aesthetic she left it in a few hours before. More magic bullshit, she assumed. But she shrugged and rolled with it.

"Damn. Nice place." Dave said.

"Thanks. It came pre-loaded with a lot of the Dangerous Loner accessories you see here."

"Not bad. Does that come with a typewriter for manifestos, or do you supply that yourself?"

"Had to buy it extra. The FDA, PBS, and the Salvation Army don't threaten themselves." She winced. Now she was really off script. She was letting her sense of humour leak through. She silently prayed to whatever higher power was listening that he didn't walk out the door.

He didn't. In fact, he started laughing. "You know, you're a lot different than I thought you were at the club."

"Better now, or before?"

"Now, definitely. You were so tense at the club. Like something was going to spring a trap on you, or something."

Nadia froze. God, she'd been that transparent? "Sorry. I just...haven't been out in a while. It's hard to get in the rhythm again."

"I hear that. I just...I just got out of a crappy relationship. Getting back in the game's been a little rough. Putting yourself out there, it can make you feel pretty vulnerable. I'm glad I met you though. You're exactly the woman I want."

That was it. The moment she realized that she was really going to do it. She was going to fuck this man senseless. She needed his cock. Right now.

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into her room. It took a second to remember how to get out of her dress, but when she did, she did it with no teasing or ceremony. The time for games was over. She practically threw him onto her bed, and he watched with greedy eyes as she disrobed in front of him. Now, standing completely naked, she put her hands on her hips and posed.

"What do you think?"

He shook his head, gobsmacked. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Yeah, that still sounded nice. She sauntered over to his reclining form, watching him struggle out of his pants as quickly as he could. When he did, she pushed him onto his back.

As her lips left his, she got up off the bed. Confused, Dave tried to sit up. She held him down as she moved, and soon her plan became clear. She climbed on the bed, and slowly lowered herself onto his face.

He got the idea pretty quick. Soon she felt his tongue on her slit, causing her to shudder. Whatever Lydia had done to her had made oral feel like an almost religious experience. She shuddered and bucked against him, her hands pressing her shapely tits up. Tweaking them, sending little bolts of sensation through her.

She didn't last long, managing only to fall off onto her back before her sex clenched and spasmed, leaving her in a little puddle of her own juices.

At first the fact that she had came so hard in front of him embarrassed her. But if he had noticed, it had only made his shaft harder. He mounted her, powerful arms resting at both sides. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him onward. She gasped as his cock entered her, all the little things in the world suddenly making sense. He started his rhythm, slowly at first, picking up the pace as he felt the slick, velvety embrace of her slit giving him no resistance.

They fucked for hours, over and over, his refractory period apparently nonexistant. At some point she rolled off of him and passed out, completely satisfied. A little smile hung on her face as she drifted out of consciousness.

***

Chapter 3

When Nadia woke, she felt positively worn out. She felt like she had run up the staircase of a skyscraper. Every muscle ached, but in a good way. She smacked her gums at her morning mouth. All of a sudden, the absolute absurdity of last night came flying back to her. She looked down.

"Oh thank god." It was her body! She grabbed her boobs and gave herself a quick once over. Everything looked like it should be. All her parts were in place. She touched her nipples and didn't collapse in pleasure. Nadia 1.0 was back, and she couldn't be happier.

As she stretched, she heard someone clear their throat.

"Hello again!"

Nadia shot up, grasping the sheets and holding them over her naked body. When she realized it was just Lynde, she relaxed a little.

"You. What do you want?"

The fairy scoffed. "I just came to see how it went? I mean, I watched it and I syphoned off the resulting carnal power. But being a magical leech is such a passive activity. Give me some details!" She sauntered over to the office chair and sat in it backwards, elbows leaning on the backrest.

Nadia thought about yelling at her again, about chastising her for messing with her life and her body. Instead, she simply grinned. "It was...pretty great, honestly."

Lynde made a sound that floated half way between an affirmation and a squeal. "I knew it! I knew you'd have fun! Oh, it must have been great. The sounds you were making, I mean, my goodness. The neighbourhood must have needed earplugs! Oh, some kids are getting a talk about the facts of life today, let me tell you."

Nadia blushed, brushing some of her bedhead out of her line of sight. Remembering the night, she looked to the other side of the bed. "He left?"

"Oh he's...yeah." Lynde lost some of her trademark cheer. She rubbed the back of her neck and gazed off to the side of the room. "So, I got something to tell you. Dave doesn't really exist."

"What?"

"Now, don't get mad. I mean, you had sex with a real guy. Just...Okay. So you know how you looked like a busty wet dream last night?" She asked, waiting for a nod. When she got one, she continued. "Well, Dave was the self-aggrandizing vision of another person. A guy."

"You set me up." Nadia's heart dropped. Even with magical assistance she hadn't managed to get a real guy.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you? Honestly, this hasn't really happened before. I'm not the only fairy out there assigned from HFR. There's a bunch of us, and usually we stay out of each other's territory. But...I may have...totally by accident...strayed into another fae's turf. Dave was their creation. Some guy needed to get laid just as badly as you did." She looked apologetically at Nadia, fluttering her eyelashes. "I hope you're not too mad."

Nadia felt a lot of feelings. Betrayal.

Confusion. A little regret. But she glided toward reluctant acceptance. "I guess I can't be that angry. It was all a lie on my part, too." She tucked her knees under her chin. "It's not like anyone would date me like...me."

"Hey, knock that off!" Lynde shouted. "This was just a fun fling, not some kind of morality play to read too much into and get upset about. Holy cats, I got the same dour, mopey, serious-time face from whats-his-name a few minutes ago."

"Dave?" Nadia straightened up. "Or, whoever he really is, he's still here?"

Lynde rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I went to go talk to him, but he's just sitting on your couch. He was just like you, all mopey about a night of wacky sex. Ugh, mortals."

Nadia stood up, threw on a robe from her closet, and stepped cautiously outside her bedroom. Sitting on her living room couch, shoulders slumped, was a guy she didn't recognise.

"Hey."

The man turned, and Nadia got a good look at him. He wasn't the paragon of masculinity he had been the night before. In fact, he was shorter than her. Dirty blonde hair, not particularly muscled. He had a bit of chub on him, and a little more hair on his chest and arms. But not unattractive by any means. Kind of cute, actually.

"Oh. You're...Lana?" He said, looking her over.

He gave him a gentle smile. "Nadia, actually. Pleased to meet you." She offered her hand. He took it softly.

"My name's really Sam." He said.

"What's wrong Sam? Didn't you have fun?"

He sniffled. "Yeah, totally. You were, or are, great. I'm just trying to process this, dealing with my own mental shit now."

"Yeah, this brought up some issues for me too. If I'm even datable if I had to change my entire appearance just to get laid. Fuck magic, right?" She said, giving a little laugh.

"It's different for you, though."

"Why?"

He waved at her dismissively. "Look at you! You're totally hot in real life. And you're razor quick, and you're funny, and your laugh is great. Without magic, I'm just this...disgusting asshole." He motioned to himself. "I don't have a good job. I can't talk to girls right. My girlfriend dumped me like a sack of shit a month ago and I still haven't got over it. And she was right: I'm fucked." Sam stood up and did a showcase spin. Yeah, he was a little on the big side. But he had this cute little mark on his neck. And his ass...goddamn. He was trying to demonstrate his unsexiness, he failed. He slumped back down on the couch, head hung low.

"What are you even talking about dude?" She sat down next to him, passively aware that they were both still naked. But she still felt comfortable around him. "If you were the same guy I talked with last night, you're a fucking catch and a half. Honestly, most people don't even get my jokes, or understand half the things I say. I feel like a total tool around guys sometimes. But you were awesome. Really!"

"But you went with Dave though. I don't look anywhere near that good."

She snorted. "I don't even go for the Dave's of the world, usually. Must have been the weird magic stuff messing with my perception."

"Really?" He looked at her, puppydog expression on him something fierce. Nadia couldn't help but laugh. She put her arm around him.

"Nah man. I go for-" Her mind scrolled through her list of critical features for a potential boyfriend.

Smart.

Sensitive.

Good sense of humour.

Great ass.

Then it hit her. "I go for Sam's." She said, sounding surprised herself.

"What?"

She smiled. "Oh, nothing. So...you really think I'm hot?"

He looked surprised. "Yeah, duh."

"Huh. So...if you and I actually went out like this, how we really are, and met each other normally, we might have actually connected without these magical shenanigans."

"Seems like it...wait, does that mean-"

"Oh shut up." She whispered, and leaned in to kiss him. His hands went up to cup the side of her face. Their lips held together for what seemed like an eternity, before she opened hers and slid her tongue against his. He opened his jaw, and they tasted each other. This was no illusion or magical trick. This was pure lust.

That she was sure of.

She didn't even want to spend the half a dozen seconds it would take to get to the bed. She wanted him now. Him. Sam. She wanted to feel him inside her. There were no clothes separating them this time. As they kissed, she inched her hand down his chest to his dick. He was uncut, a first for her, so she was a little unsure. She fingered the top, she heard that felt good, and felt his dick pulse. His hands got busy as well, groping her firm little mounds and sending sparks through her body. She wasn't as sensitive as before, when she was Lana. But this was real. She felt herself start to moisten as she imagined what was to come. She gave Sam's girth a few slow, slender pumps and felt him grow more and more erect, the foreskin retracting on its own.

She decided to take the initiative. He'd been more than generous with the oral attention last time. Why not return the favour? She slunk down onto her knees, easing him against the back of the couch. She licked her lips, gazing at the bulging shaft. As she moved her mouth closer, she could smell it. It smelt like...her. From last night. She smiled, and gave the back of the dick a little lick. He shuddered. She didn't have much experience with blow jobs, truth be told. But it couldn't be that hard. Lick the purple part, watch the teeth, what could go wrong?

"Easy up, babe. F-fuck."

Nadia looked up. "Shit, are you okay?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. It's just the head's a little sensitive. 'Specially since last night. Go easy."

"Oh, sorry. Like this?" She went in, lips wide, and gave him a tentative suck. When he let out a moan, she continued in earnest. She bobbed up and down, letting her spit drip, and gently dragging her tongue around the sides and the bottom. She eventually got a rhythm down, and bobbing up and down his length like a piston. After about a minute, her tongue touched a little bead of something else from the tip of his cock.