The Reality Engine Ch. 07

"Good thinking," Steve said, as he took Kloe's hand, looked into her eyes and kissed her on the lips.

"Careful about getting too attached," Kloe teased. "You still want to fuck Alania right? You can't do that if you fall in love with me."

"Fuck it, just look at you," Steve said, as he kissed Kloe again. "I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Why do I need Alania for anything if I've got you?"

"I'm not nearly as good-looking as she is," Kloe pointed out. "Alania Morrison is a fucking bombshell."

"With a shitty personality," Steve said. "I see that clearly now. Good to fuck, but not someone I want to be with long term. You, I want to be with long term. Can I stick my finger up your cooch?"

"Sure," Kloe said, as she wrapped her arms around Steve and leaned her head against his chest, as he reached down and tickled her pussy. "Oh God, that is so good, Steve. You're so gentle. A true knight in shining armor."

"It's easy to be chivalrous with a lady as kind and as beautiful as you," Steve said, as he gently kissed Kloe on the lips.

"That's what a girl likes to hear," Kloe said. "I think what I'd most like right now is some loving."

"I don't have a condom," Steve admitted. "I've never really needed that kind of thing before."

"Hang on a second," Kloe said. "Give me your car keys."

Steve handed Kloe his keys, and she opened the door to his car and dug out her purse. After rummaging for a moment, she found what she was looking for: a condom. She put her purse back in the car, locked the door, and handed Steve his keys back.

"It's okay," Kloe said. "I had a steady boyfriend up until yesterday morning, remember? I'm on the pill, and I always keep a few condoms in my purse because Derrick had a habit of forgetting them. Slip this on, and let's do it."

Steve gently patted the side of Kloe's face, smiled at her and kissed her, as she opened the condom package, and gently slid the rubber over his cock. He was amazed how differently this was going than it had gone with Alania on Saturday night. That sex had felt mechanical and procedural, loving Kloe felt natural and spontaneous.

Steve slowly picked Kloe up in his arms, and lowered her to the grass by the side of the lake. He looked out at the water, and saw the moonlight shimmering over the lake. It was beautiful, and he looked down at Kloe's naked body. Damn was she lovely. He gently brushed her hair aside, and kissed her on the lips. She looked up at him, and smiled.

"Fuck me," she said.

"What about taking pictures?" he asked.

"Fuck that," Kloe said, as she grabbed his penis to feel how large his erection was. "We'll deal with the photos later, right now, take me and bone me."

"As you wish," Steve said, as he rammed his cock into her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to give him leverage.

"It looks like they're seriously fucking each other," Margaret said, as she took a peek through the binoculars from her place of concealment. "Do you want to run in and break it up, or what?"

"No," Alania said, after a moment's thought. "Nothing good comes from a confrontation here. I think I have another plan. Come on, let's go."

"Don't you want to watch them fuck?" Margaret asked. "I know it's Crazy Steve and everything, but, Alania, it's hotter than hell watching him fuck Kloe. He so obviously has no idea what he's doing, nor does he know the first thing about women, but he has enthusiasm and passion. That's more than I can say about a lot of deadbeats who I've thrown down with in my life."

"Don't tell me you'd fuck Crazy Steve," Alania said. "Et tu, Brute?"

"I'm sorry, and I know," Margaret said. "Just look at the way Kloe's toes curl up in a spasm of joy every time Crazy Steve jams his man meat into her cunt. She's obviously happy, and I've never fucked a guy who could make my toes curl up in happiness like that."

"Yeah," Alania said, as she sighed. "I know the name of the game is $1,500 prepaid debit cards, but damn if this isn't hot. Any woman who says she doesn't want to try that is lying."

"That could be you," Margaret pointed out. "Why didn't you ever date him in High School?"

"The entire football team wanted to get into my panties in High School," Alania said. "You try giving Crazy Steve the time of day when the starting tight end on the football team wants to bone you. That starting tight end, I might add, being Josh Reagor, who was 6'5 and 220 pounds of pure, sculpted muscle."

"Holy shit!" Margaret said, as her panties grew damp.

"Yeah," Alania said. "Those were the days. They still are the days, but they were the days, too."

Back near the lake, Steve had gotten his penis all the way inside Kloe and was banging her with every fiber of his being.

"Oh yeah," Kloe said. "Don't stop."

"I think I'm going to cum," Steve yelled. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No," Kloe said. "It doesn't matter, since your penis is wrapped, and I'm on the pill. I want to feel your cock spasm as you ejaculate inside my body."

Those words pushed Steve over the edge, as he cummed inside Kloe with a force he never knew he had before.

"Oh, God, Kloe, I'm cumming!" Steve said.

"So am I!" Kloe screamed, as she dug her fingernails into Steve's back.

A moment of pure ecstasy passed, and then, Steve fell on top of Kloe, his entire body spent of energy.

"I-I'm all out," Steve said, between gasps for air.

"So am I," Kloe said. "Don't say anything, just be here with me."

After the show was over, Margaret and Alania retreated back to Margaret's car. Once safely inside, Alania told Margaret to drive a couple of miles down the road, and to pull over, so that there would be no chance they could be overseen.

"What are you going to do?" Margaret asked Alania, as soon as they were parked by the side of the road.

"Time to bring out the heavy hitters," Alania said, as she found a number on her cell phone and made a call. A moment passed, and a man on the other end picked up.

"Hi, Derrick, how are you doing tonight?" Alania asked.

"It's quiet," Derrick replied. "Bitch I was going to go bowling with had to cancel. How are you doing, Alania?"

"Terrific," Alania said. "Hey, I heard you and Kloe broke up yesterday. That's too bad."

"Yeah," Derrick said. "The worst part is that all my friends think I'm the ass-hole. It was a mutual decision to break up, and I tried to tell everyone that, but even my mom thinks I dumped Kloe and that I should be ashamed of myself."

"How could they have ever gotten that idea?" Alania asked, as she exchanged a look with Margaret. Both girls had seen the Facebook photos that morning, and both girls knew exactly what had given all of Derrick's friends and family the impression that he had dumped Kloe. The fact that there were pictures of him dating 3 other girls less than 12 hours after the break-up were pretty damning.

"I know," Derrick said. "I tried to tell everyone that it was mutual, but nobody will listen."

"You going to be okay?" Alania asked.

"Yeah, I'll deal with it, and I'll be fine," Derrick said. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Do you know where Kloe is tonight?" Alania asked. "She's out on a date with Crazy Steve."

"No way, that ass-hole who has been stalking you for years?" Derrick asked. "She must be really desperate to rebound from losing me if she's willing to sink to those depths for help."

"She sure is, and I'm sure she misses you terribly," Alania said. "Maybe we can help each other."

"How?" Derrick asked.

"You interested?" Alania asked.

"I'm listening," Derrick said.

"What if we were to start dating?" Alania asked. "Seeing the two of us together all the time would surely drive Kloe crazy with jealousy, and she'd come running back into your arms. I'm much better looking than she is, and she's stuck with Crazy Steve. That's a no-brainer, isn't it?"

"Okay, but what do you get out of the deal?" Derrick asked.

"I don't want Steve getting too attached to Kloe," Alania said. "I want to keep Steve a free agent, for my own purposes."

"You want to fuck him yourself?" Derrick asked.

"Hell no," Alania replied. "I fucked him on Saturday night, and he came through with a $1,500 prepaid debit card on Monday night. I want to keep the gravy train rolling in."

"Oh, you're gold digging, I get it," Derrick said. "Much respect. If he's willing to pay you like a high class hooker, well, why not? High class hookers lead the good life, and you deserve that life, Alania."

"Thanks, I think," Alania said. "So, you up for a date?"

"Sure, when do you want to go?" Derrick asked.

"Saturday night?" Alania asked.

"I'm free," Derrick said. "I'll set something up and I'll call you."

"Sounds great," Alania said.

End of chapter 7.