The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 01

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"I think you are amazing." I said surprising myself at the truth and intensity of my feelings.

Now Rachel was visibly self conscious. She twirled the ends of her hair in her fingers nervously. I realized that she was still a young woman albeit a perceptive one and she was found the depth of my amazement of her both uncomfortable and embarrassing.


But there was so much more I wanted to know and I just couldn't help but ask, "Rachel can I ask you something, and I want you to promise to answer me honestly."

Rachel's brow furrowed nervously but she nodded and said quietly, "Okay Aunt Sara."

"What do you see when you look at me?", I asked.

Rachel looked like she had just been caught outside the boys shower room peeking in the window. Her lip quivered and I could see the hairs on the back of her arm raise. I could almost taste her discomfort. I was also terrified of what she would say next.

Finally she spoke and said, "I see one of the best Aunt's a girl like me could ever hope for." She said evasively.

I smiled and was not angry at her evasion because she truly meant what she had just said, and it was probably the kindest thing I had ever heard. I went to her and hugged her close to me. I blinked and was surprised to feel tears spill out of the corners of my eyes. She hugged me back fiercely and I could feel her heart beat against my chest.

When we parted she smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry if I told you things about Michelle you didn't want to know."

I smiled back and said, "It's okay, but be careful who you aim that power of yours at, not everyone has a clean soul." I don't know where this thought came from, but it felt right and true. This young woman had a natural talent of perception that was so far off the chart that it appeared almost magical to me, but there could also be a price to be paid for such a gift.

"I know." She replied seriously, and the coldness in her voice sent a shiver down my spine. There was something in her voice that made my blood run cold, but I did not have the courage or wisdom at the time to ask her about it. Perhaps if I did things would have ended differently. .

Instead I simply said, "And so we are going to 'X' tonight?"

Her smile bloomed from her lips like a fast action film of a rose in the spring time. All of her discomfort evaporated and she said, "If you want."

I smiled and said, "Well let me turn on my super power of perception and…." I made two antennas out of my fingers and put them on my head and aimed them at Rachel. "Beep. Beep. Beep" I said in childish tones. "Yes I think I know what you need. You need to go out and meet men. I see you are craving testosterone. And…. Wait what's that…. Yes you need to get LAID!"

Rachel slapped my playfully on the arm and said, "I didn't say that!" but the pinkness in her cheeks betrayed her words.

"I know but 'cock craving detector' never lies." I said pointing my fingers at her and increasing the frequency of my beeping.

Rachel laughed and winged one of my pillows at me. "Hey I was the only one who didn't get laid last night. Well at least not by the real thing!" she screamed after me as I ran down the hall toward the bathroom.

I was laughing and running for the bathroom. "I thought I fucked you better than any guy could." I yelled back over my shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower so we can go out. You go get ready."

Rachel was laughing and I heard her run into her room a second after the bathroom door closed behind me.

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jaundealzatejaundealzatealmost 8 years ago

no words to define...................

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
Great Work

your stories are incredible. Takes me right there. I can only imagine that most of this is true, or that you wish it was...:)

Editing is a little rough, I can tell when you are excited.

bill

kemanderkemanderalmost 13 years ago
Self admitted Guilt?

"I re-read them and resisted the urge to edit. I was done, and I knew it. The proofreading was only a habit I had picked up from writing emails at work." Sara, these are your own words. Be aware that your reading public are a vastly larger group than your, partner/ lover/ mate, and your circle of true friends will ever be, and far less forgiving. You may not think so, but many of us would rather be able to smoothly read a story, rather than have to try to translate your meaning in a sentence or paragraph, just because you left out several key words in your hurry as a typist. It is off putting enough to nearly cause me to give up on trying to read what is otherwise a very good story, and move on to another less lazy author, even though they may be less interesting as well. Thousands of members on this site are even less forgiving than I am, and what is more, even less likely to take the time and energy to compose any comment to you about their dissatisfaction, but will simply move on to more readable authors, never giving your efforts another chance. Is this what you are happy with? Is your readership just simply a larger part of your game that you will never take seriously? I find that hard to believe, else why bother to put the time and creative energy into the task of writing and continuing the story in the first place? A task worth doing is a task worth doing correctly.

AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago
Great story.

Love the psychological aspect of this. I'm also looking forward to the next fantasy. I'm not looking forward to the rate or whatever bad happens at 'X'.

terryqterryqover 18 years ago
Sara and Ron's relationship

Sara and Ron have been happily fucking and playing with each other for some time. I'm puzzled. After all this time why are they not living together? It is some sort of attempt, conscious or not, to maintain a high level of desire thru a lack of constantly being together? Is it on purpose or your purpose as a deus mechanica?

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