Blazers: Hey thread

[Rogue]

Thanks bro but I'm too lazy to fix every post up there, so just let it be it imho, all right? Thomas isn't her brother's name either, his name is Hunter if I remember correct. My friend Cully first named him "Thomas" in the 2nd episode of this series, led "goddess after midnight", so I inherited that name for her little bro in this sequel.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twelve

“I’m gonna have a shower, there’s another bathroom upstairs next to the main bedroom and I hope you guys have got done washing and readying yourselves when I’m out, OK?” Scarlett said to us, as she walked into the bathroom downstairs, shutting the door behind.

“No problem, lady. And yeah, it generally takes a woman three times as much time and water to have a shower as a man does, so we’re gonna have plenty of time…” Romaine said aloud towards the closed door, loud enough to pass through the door, and we both laughed.

“Did I just sound like a misogynist?” He turned to me and asked.

“Nope, you just pointed out some simple facts… I was also a, uhh… well, an ardent misogynist back then, before I fell in love for my goddess.” I confessed.

“I thought you acted in such an obsequious manner towards every woman, bro.”

“No ing way. I was a notorious misogynist on Spurstalk just several months ago when I was still posting as Latarian Milton, a troll account.”

“Hahaha, Latarian Milton, I know that guy, and he has every reason to be a misogynist. His grandma must’ve treated him bad, ahahaha.” Romaine said those words in laughter.

“And, I’m still a misogynist today, to some extent… I still don’t give a about any woman but my goddess, because… she’s not a woman or even a human in my mind, she’s a goddess to me, and will forever be.”

“Yeah, Rogue my bro, I think I’ve read it in your novels that Scarlett has brought to me, and I long to read more…” Romaine said genuinely.

“Cool story, I’m gonna download them now and where’s the reading room, bro?”

“I think you ought to take the shower first, your goddess’s order, remember?”

“I uh… I don’t think I need it, to be honest. I’m just gonna be a cameraman, taking photos while you guys are making love, and don’t tell me a former journalist doesn’t have a camera in his house…”

“Rogue… I don’t mind sharing my love with you, my brother, if you want it, and I’m 100% serious and honest.” Romaine said in such a solicitous voice as though he was begging me to help him take care of his wife, and my goddess.

“Thanks but… I just can’t deign to do that, I mean it would make me feel extremely guilty. I would rather go back and my mom before ever considering… well, ing my goddess…” I hesitated for a moment, cleared my throat and continued, “I love my goddess just the same way I love my family and the founding fathers of this country, but I would never want to ‘make love’ with anyone of them, to be honest.”

“Rogue, you are such an unusual dude… You’ve overcome the natural appe e of a man, a male animal brother. You’re an absolute human, further evolved than us all.”

“Thanks.”

“The reading room is over there, there’s a computer on the desk which’s easy to see, and cameras of various brands and types in the closet.” He said to me, pointing to a door at the other side of the living room.

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirteen

While the computer was starting, I stood in front of the book shelf checking the books’ les, and realized most of them belonged to my goddess… not just because they were written in English, since a French journalist may also read English books, but that those were all my goddess’s favorite books like Summer crossing, Middle sex, The horse whisperer, The catch in the rye, The dive from Clausen’s pier, and many others whose names I couldn’t remember. I used to spend a lot of time in the library while I was in college, wandering through the aisles between book shelves, checking the books’ les and authors, but rarely picking any book to read. But if I found a book that I really liked, I would read it over and over again like I was in a state of fixation, and Scarlett was just the “book” for me at the time, which I would never drop down.

I sat back at the desk and the computer had already started. The internet speed was good, of course, and the Spurstalk pages were being loaded so fast as if it was still the off-season, much faster than it had ever been on any computer I had used.

I headed straightly to the NBA forum and found the “Hey Thread” thread on the third page… Spurstalkers weren’t very interested in my novels, but at least my goddess liked it, and it was well worthy of my efforts even if she was my only reader. My goddess weighed more than the whole world in my mind…

I cut & pasted those writings in one do ent, totaling more than 200 pages. I saved the do ent on the desk so either Dauriac or Goddess would see it at first sight. And I named it “The goddess series”.

I left the reading room as soon as I got the work done, looking around in the living room but couldn’t find Dauriac, or my goddess, or anyone else except my shadow. ‘They must’ve come upstairs’, I thought, and I proved to be right as I walked up the stairs and straightly into their bedroom…

My goddess was wearing a white nightgown, made of silk just as sleek as her dark blonde hair. Dauriac also got done showering, dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of loose blue pants, both of which had been dampened by the remnant of shower water. Neither of them had undressed yet, like they were both waiting for my arrival.

“So… Rogue you’re the guest tonight, you the first.” Scarlett said to me, to us both.

“Goddess, I um… I’m not yet prepared… I mean I haven’t even showered…”

“It doesn’t matter, Rogue. Nastiness isn’t a bad thing.” Scarlett interrupted me, handing the knot of her nightgown in my hand, urging me to pull it open, to pull the gown off…

“I ahh… I’m sorry, goddess, I… I mean I’m still soft umm… Romaine may go first and I’ll learn how umm… You know I’m a lifelong celibate and you guys will incite me maybe.” I felt light-headed and I was trying hard to steady myself as I spoke, though even I myself didn’t have a clue what had just come out of my mouth.

“OK then… Romaine goes first and Rogue, please ensure us that you’ll be here standing by, watching us while we’re making love here. Please don’t turn it down, Rogue, for your goddess…”

“I… fine, that sounds kind of good and… , I’m sorry I’ve left the camera in the reading room. I’ll be right back.” I rushed out of the room, heading downstairs and straightly towards where the reading room was. I grabbed a camera from the closet and rushed back, having neither closed the closet’s door nor the door of the reading room…

[AchillesHeel]

Your novels should get published and Scarlett should star in a movie based on them. It would be a true masterpiece.

[Rogue]

Thanks, Heel. I'm in fact only practicing writing, as you might have noticed, my writing skills are still immature so I still have a lot to learn. I hope the "goddess" series will get published someday, but it'll be contigent on my goddess's consent. She once sued a French publisher only for mentioning her name in his book, and I have mentioned more than just her name in my novels. My novels contain all the life details I know about her, and the whole series is exactly a fantasy story of her. I don't mind if she sues me, she can sue the out of me and do whatever trash against me, and she'll still be my goddess, the person I love most in the world. All I fear is that she would feel unhappy if I got the novels published without letting her know it beforehand. My goddess's happiness is always my biggest pleasure, and displeasing her would be the worst crime in the world I can ever imagine.

[Rogue]

Chapter Fourteen

When I returned to the bed room, the couple were already ready to begin, but hadn’t started yet… still waiting for me, I thought, though Goddess’s nightgown was gone now, draping over the arm of a wooden chair in the room. The wooden chair also looked familiar to me… it looked aged but still clean and steady, it was the exact chair on which seated that lovely little blonde girl wearing red dress, the photo of which I’d been using as my signature on Spurstalk ever since I fell in love for that girl, for that goddess.

“This chair, I think I’ve seen it somewhere…” I pretended to have not seen the couple, both of whom were already dressed in only semi-bath clothes… my goddess in black bra, and a pink pair of panties like those she wore at the beginning of Lost in Translation; Romaine in his tight grey boxer, on which several areas of dampness could easily be seen.

“Yeah, that’s like the most popular childhood Scarlett pic on the internet.” My goddess said, “It was my birthday and I was so happy that day.”

“You were so beautiful even at such a young age, my goddess. I wish I were born 20yrs earlier so I would be able to see that girl in person, hug and kiss her…”

“But you probably wouldn’t have known me back then…”

“Goddess, I would… I would’ve hardly missed you because…” I meant to tell her the truth that I was not really Rogue, I was instead also a native New Yorker like she was, and my real name was Mark… But there would be a whole lot of things to explain and that would certainly ruin our mood for this special night… I would never lie to my goddess though. I would tell her the truth some later date, but not tonight.

“Because you’re my goddess and you’re the reason for my existence.” I continued.

My goddess was touched, then amused by Romaine’s words when he said, “Wow, Rogue, sounds like she were your mom, haha…”

“I wish so but my goddess doesn’t have any plan of having children in the near future so I’d have to wait another 10 or even 20 years, but I would be willing to wait…”

“And you would grow up being bilingual, with Romaine being your dad…” Romaine said it jokingly, which made everyone here laugh loud, though I was indeed like that, growing up bilingual because my mother came from China. China… it somehow reminded me of a famous historical person in ancient China, in the Tang Dynasty to be exact. He was a military genius and the most powerful general under Xuanzong- King of that country at the time, his name was Ann Lushan and Ann was his family name. Ann was obsessed with a concubine of Xuanzong’s who was regarded as one of the most beautiful women in China’s history, and who was also Xuanzong’s favorite. This love affair was thought by many historians to be the reason why Ann later conspired against the Tang Dynasty, which marked the downturn of this dynasty that had already dominated that continent for nearly two centuries.

Ann developed a close relationship with the king and his beautiful concubine, and therefore earned the king’s trust. He begged the king to recruit him in the royal family, as a son of the king and the concubine, which the king accepted. So that beautiful concubine became an honorific mother of Ann, despite she was even younger than Ann’s daughter probably. To demonstrate his servility/obsequiousness to his “mom”, Ann once even drank the concubine’s bath water…

‘Would I drink my goddess’s bath water?” I was asking myself, the exact question some posters had asked me on Spurstalk time after time, and some similar questions like ‘Would you eat Scarlett’s ?’… I always took those questions with a pinch of salt, but if there were a big cup of her bath water on the table, would I grab and drink it? Would I?

[Rogue]

Chapter Fifteen

“Rogue, hey bro, you know I was just joking, never mind… Rogue?” Romaine called me, waking me up from the thoughts.

“Ahh… hi, I don’t mind bro, I know you were joking… and, so you brought the chair here from New York?”


“Yes, Yes…” Romaine said proudly, almost boastfully, “Your goddess, oh no, our goddess likes it so much she insisted we bring it here.”

I was delighted that he had also started to call her “goddess”, and I hoped he would treat her in the same manner… I was afraid of another man hurting her once again, which would be even more unbearable to me than to herself, probably. Any main my goddess suffered would be inextricably inflicted on me, multiplied.

“That’s so… romantic. I’m also indulged in nostalgic memories every now and then, like, I usually went back to my alma-mater, just ambling through the campus even after I graduated from there… There were many good memories back then.” I was speaking from Rogue’s perspective, of course. I never really left the school ever since I first went there. The school was just like another home to me, whether as a student or later a teacher. I was so familiar with everything on the campus, down to every leaf of every tree, each building and each brick.

“So… are you really a lifelong celibate, Rogue? It baffles me how you seem to love your school so much, living through all those school years without anyone else being with you.” My goddess asked me.

“I ah… Maybe I was born to be a celibate, I think, umm…” I thought for a moment, thinking of the lyrics of a well-known Scarlett song, “I think I just… I don’t need any body, because I learned to be alone...” I already started singing.

“Anywhere, Anywhere, I’m gonna lay my head, I’m gonna, call my home…” My goddess was singing together with me, which made me feel as if I had become Tom Waits.

“Thank you, Goddess, you’re kind of making me feel like Tom Waits now.”

“Thank you, Rogue, for coming to our wedding and coloring up this whole place.”

“Yeah, good news you haven’t forgotten it is our wedding day, goddess.” Romaine interrupted us, “So, shall we begin now?”

“Absolutely yes, and Rogue, you can stay right here watching us and waiting for your turn… I love you guys so much, I mean both of you, that I don’t wanna let down either of you.”

“Goddess, sorry but… I’d rather not watch it, I ah… it would make me feel intolerably guilty just by watching your naked body… I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t stop apologizing.

“It doesn’t matter, you can stay outside the room waiting, but don’t forget to put one ear at the door so if I feel pain or if this man…” pointing to Romaine, she said, “goes too rough on me, I’ll scream and then I hope you’ll come in to rescue my life.” She paused for a moment, and continued, “I trust you more than my husband, Rogue, don’t disappoint me, please…”

“Sure Goddess, I’ll be staying at the door, and I would come in instantly should anything go wrong.” I promised.

[Rogue]

The Last Chapter

I put my ear to the closed door, listening carefully… I could hear everything happening in the room, the bed shaking and its legs rubbing against the floor. My goddess was grunting but not screaming, murmuring something that didn’t make any sense at all, and I could even hear the couple’s coarse breath.

I felt legitimately aroused, and excited… my eyes were filled with tears and my mouth with saliva. My felt harder and bigger than it had ever been, and I had to sandwich it tightly between the roots of my thighs to prevent it from piercing my pants and trousers and jutting out, it felt like.

I rubbed my face gently against my forearm, kissing and licking it as though it was the thick lips of my goddess’s, while my heart was thudding so fast and hard like it could jump out of my ribcage anytime… I had no idea how and when I had melted onto the ground, my back leaning against the door and my ass sitting on the cold floor, but my ear was attached to the door all the time, to me it was like the plug to a TV set.

The room finally settled in quietness, and I felt relieved. My goddess didn’t scream any pain during the process so I was staying outside. The building was back in tranquility and I felt I was about to fall asleep when all of sudden, the door opened…

“Hey Rogue, my bro” a man’s voice said, “here comes your turn buddy.”

I looked up and saw Romaine standing right at the door, and he had put on his underwear thankfully, otherwise it would’ve been a real embarrassing moment, to both of us, if he were standing there naked, with his puckering in front of my eyes… I would even lick his probably and I couldn’t help, because it had just been withdrawn from my goddess’s body.

Romaine lent me a hand and pulled me up, he patted my shoulder and said, “Don’t feel nervous, Rogue, Scarlett is quite a in bed and she’ll comfort you better than any woman would.”

I didn’t like it when he referred to my goddess as a “ ”, but I could only be grateful to this man, for inviting me to his wife’s bed on their wedding day. I knew what he meant though… my goddess was very vigorous in bed and it pretty well justified her look, and her le as a “sex symbol”, but that was the least I cared about… I walked into the room, without saying anything, neither to Romaine nor his wife.

My goddess was leaning in the bed, her back against the pillow… She was looking at me, her eyes watery and full just like her lips. A canopy covered her body up to her chest, over the upper brim her cleavage could barely be seen, like a low-necked camisole, except that her arms had to adhere tightly to her torso to prevent the canopy from sliding down.

I crawled up the bed and leaned next to her. I hadn’t undressed, never intended to, and she didn’t ask why. I moved my head near her neck and indulged my nose in the smell of paradise… Using her skillful left hand she found and grasped my right hand, and led my hand to her left breast. I snatched it and it felt so soft and supple just like last time I touched it… I started sobbing, for some reason, letting my tears streaming freely down my cheeks, to her neck. It was like, I had been waiting my entire life for this moment… She began fondling my back with her hand, like a mom inveigling her baby into sleeping, as I subconsciously bent my knees and crooked my back, finally settling in a fetal position… I had never felt more peaceful than I was feeling now ever since my life began.

I turned up my face and looked outside the window, counting the stars one by one… I knew if I found a star missing, it must be the one right beside me, the one I called “goddess”.

End of story

[DMC]

[Rogue]

I've decided to continue writing my "goddess" series, and to stop acting delighted with my goddess's new marriage with a French sucker whose name I'd never even heard of before their relationship became public, and confirmed. It's not the end of the world for me though... We all have to deal with different s in our lives. There're many ways leading to Rome but none of them is short and easy.

My goddess's relationship with that French dude reminds me of the story that happened in "scoop", a Woody Allen film starring my goddess, and Huge Jackman who in that film was a serial killer and who was arrested by the police in the end after his failed attempt of murdering my goddess. I'm definitely not indicating that her new husband was a serial killer, but as we all know, it was the tattooist that introduced my goddess and her fiance to each other, the same tattooist who etched the "Lucy you" horseshoe tattoo on her ribcage and the wrist chain tattoo, both of which are ugly as . I wish my goddess the best, of course, but I just can't believe my goddess's eventual happiness could be delivered by a tattoo artist, tbh.

Reynolds (controlled by Nick Ford's soul) had come back to life, still obsessed with my goddess and determined to get her back. Reynolds knew my goddess wouldn't give a about him anymore so he came back to Dallas and asked me for help... I agreed to cooperate with him in the efforts for bringing my goddess home, but only under the condition that it wouldn't cause no harm to my goddess or anyone related (except Romain Dauriac though). We went together to LA trying to convince my goddess to stay while she was shooting her new film. As we were already rather close to success, I relented and let my goddess make the choice by herself...

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Revenge of Reynolds

By Mark Celibate

I had come back to Dallas, while my goddess and her new husband were enjoying their honeymoon in Paris… Goddess proposed that I stay in Paris a bit longer to share the sweet time with the couple, which her husband gladly agreed to, and she promised me that the time of us three’s would be perfect and memorable… I’d like to stay wherever my goddess was for as long as possible, and I knew her husband wouldn’t mind. I felt the desire to say yes, to accept my goddess’s proposal which was so kind and genuine, but there in my mind was a strange feeling which finally took the best of me and made me say no. My goddess looked a bit disappointed, and her husband too probably, but they respected me and the decision I made…

I still had no idea what kind of feeling it was, even when I was already back home. Spend the honeymoon with the new couple? My goddess now was someone else’s wife, and as a well-educated young man as I was, I know there were some moral standards that I needed to abide by. The couple wouldn’t mind, but how would the media think, and what would the tabloids say if I didn’t abstain from that bold proposal? My goddess and her husband didn’t care either, they were used to such stuffs maybe, but I would care and it would make me feel guilty. I wouldn’t do anything, even a pinch of thing that had the potential to smirch my goddess’s image.

Besides, I just felt awkward being there, in a city that was so unfamiliar. Dallas wasn’t my hometown either, but it was an American city at least. Paris was such a beautiful city and I thought it would be a great experience to live there as a guest, but I knew where my home was and there was no place like home. My goddess was enjoying her honeymoon in Paris, but she was still a New Yorker in her heart. She would be home someday, back with me in our own mother country, I believed.

[Rogue]

Chapter One

I opened my room’s door and stepped in, nothing changed, unwashed clothes and old newspapers still scattered around in the tiny room. The computer was sleeping, and the blinking light on its button reminded me that I didn’t even shut it down when I was leaving in a hurry a couple of days ago. I clicked the mouse and it resumed work.

The first thing I usually did when back home was logging in on Spurstalk to check the new posts by some of my favorite posters, m>s, DMC, and Culburn of course. And yes, my friend Cully had returned since the regular season began. There were tons of discussions about basketball in the NBA forum, about the game between Rockets and the Spurs in which the Rockets got demolished, as well as the hysterical reactions from some Mavs fans following their defeat to the Lakers earlier that night. But it was strange enough that I didn’t find any of them interesting, and I didn’t see the mono rant there, which was normally to be expected every time the Mavs lost a game.

Mono was a poster on Spurstalk and mono was his screen name, whose real name I didn’t know. My friend m>s claimed that he knew mono’s real name, but he refused to tell me because he said he had promised mono to keep it a secret.

I’d dropped some meaningless posts in the NBA forum… I hated to make meaningless posts, though that was exactly what most posters did these days. I usually put a lot of efforts in every post I made, but I was too tired at the time to give any decent talks on basketball, and the computer which had never been shut for several days must be feeling just as tired and exhausted as I was. So after refreshing the pages and seeing no new posts, I clicked the start menu and shut down the computer, to give it a much-needed rest, and also one to myself.

But I couldn’t fall asleep somehow, despite being tired as . I felt as if I was still in Paris, lying next to Scarlett with her arms hugging around my neck and her legs rubbing against mine… My phallus was already hard as rock, my heart thumping so hard like the hoofs of a mad bull.

I turned on the lamp at my bed’s side and grabbed something to read. Although I had a passion for writing, I was not at all a fan of reading. The walls of words often made me feel sleepy and hopefully it would make the same effect on me this night.

It was an old piece of newspaper, from September maybe, on which I’d written down the details that Jason Shackelford informed me of when he made the phone call. The flight, the wedding date, the limousine… everything had become the past, but the writings still looked so clear, obtrusive even.

I folded the paper by its middle line and started reading the opposite side, when a piece of news about Ryan Reynolds grabbed my eyes, though I was sure I had read it before my trip to Paris.

It was about how Reynolds miraculously recovered from that mysterious disease, even after he was announced dead and his funeral held. I didn’t quite like that guy before, because he once broke my goddess’s heart, but I didn’t feel even a bit of delight when I heard the news of him being seriously sick and dying, and all I was feeling now was total sympathy, and empathy… Each of us had once had the chance to maintain a romantic relationship with Scarlett, but we both pissed our chances away.

I felt that Reynolds and I were in the same boat, experiencing the same hardship… I knew he got remarried not too long after divorcing Scarlett, but was he living happier with his new wife than he was in the old days when he was married to my goddess? If you didn’t feel content with Scarlett at your home, then you may as well start living as a celibate because you could never expect to acquire any woman nearly as good as my goddess.

I dropped the newspaper, having no idea whether it was back on the desk or had fallen on the floor, not caring either. The lamp’s light was dim but still made quite a contrast to the world outside. The sky was dark and quiet except countless stars blinking, the exact same sky my goddess and I were looking at on her wedding night…

[Rogue]

Chapter Two

The stillness of the sky rekindled my memory of the night in Paris, spent with my goddess… I didn’t know how long I had gazed at the sky but I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up the next morning, sunshine had already lit up half of my room. Not until this point did I realize I had returned to my own life, from the dreamland where I had such a great time with my goddess. It felt as if I had been sleeping since, not the night when I returned to Dallas, but the morning I started off on the trip, or maybe I had been sleeping for months since I first got the invitation from Goddess. But I had woken up now, I had to wake up.

I had a life here in Dallas, and a girl who was a legitimate girlfriend of mine, despite that I was too wimpy to ever have “made love” with her. I had tried quite a few times, but the loyalty to Scarlett and the guilt feeling of betraying her had overcome a male animal’s natural appe e each and every time.

Sometimes I thought it was unfair for Lucy, to waste the best years of her life time on some guy who was fixated by a movie star. Lucy was a good girl and she deserved the full heart of a guy’s, I always thought to myself.

But the girl loved me so much… nope, she loved Rogue so much (she already knew I wasn’t Rogue and she still loved me, but I believed that was because of Rogue more than myself, since I had only known her for only a few months), that she never showed any attention of giving up on me, and she was well aware of my obsession with Scarlett. I hadn’t ever tried to keep it a secret to Lucy, or to anyone else. I loved my goddess, I appreciated her beauty as well as her charisma, and I didn’t see no sin in it. Or maybe I ought to have given Lucy more, if anything.

While I was about to start the computer and resume posting on Spurstalk, the first thing for me to do every morning, I heard the door bell ring… Rogue’s parents had just gone out to work and they wouldn’t be back until late afternoon, so who could it be? Lucy? It had to be her, I couldn’t think of anyone else caring so much about me in this city.

I opened the door and it was indeed Lucy.

“Hi Rogue, haven’t seen you for so long and I’m missing you so bad, honey.” Lucy said affectionately.

“Me too, babe…” I felt I was lying, because all I was thinking about was Scarlett, for the past several days. I paused for a moment, looking down my body and finding that I was still wearing my nightgown. Embarrassed, both of us… I turned my eyes away from her and my burning face down, and said tentatively, “Sorry Lucy… You should’ve called me before coming over so I’d have got dressed…”

“It doesn’t matter though…” I didn’t look at her with straight eyes but still noticed that she had also blushed, “you can still take your time getting dressed… it doesn’t matter.”

I clutched her slender body tightly in my arms, with a stronger feeling of being a man than I had ever felt. She was my girlfriend and it wouldn’t matter to let her see my body even in full length, or to let me see hers. ‘How strange I just sounded to her, what an asshole I was!’ I condemned myself.

I kissed her on the forehead… her hair brushing against my cheeks and making me hug her even tighter. The contact of our bodies aroused both of us to such an extent where we couldn’t wait to take our clothes off, so I kicked the door closed and we hasted to the sofa together, onto which we slammed our bonded-up body down.

[Rogue]

Chapter Three

Lucy was so soft in my arms as though she was made of cream and was melting down. I was lying on my back in the sofa, Lucy’s weight resting on my legs and chest. Her body felt much softer than the sofa beneath my back, warm and vivacious. I caressed her neck alongside her long hair with one hand, and her supple butts the other. My fingers felt the seams of her panties through her dark blue jeans, against which my phallus was rubbing and stroking, back and forth, on Lucy’s most private spot… The jeans felt so rough and I even felt painful at the tip of my , covered with only two thin layers of cotton cloth that my pants were made of.

Lucy was grunting and I could feel her butts were moving up and down rhythmically… she couldn’t wait to get stripped, but I wasn’t going to take off her clothes in a hurry. I would remove them from her lovable body one by one, like a curious kid unpacking his birthday gift.

My hands met on her bare waist. Then, I sneaked my left hand down and my right hand up… I was ambidextrous and it was at this moment when I actually felt the benefit of being ambidextrous. My left hand slid down and began rummaging under her jeans. The Jeans were tight but my hand still went deep enough to grasp the shred of cloth covering her crotch. I tugged it at the same rhythm as my heartbeats, and each tug drew an instant response from Lucy, a low-voiced grunt…

Meanwhile my right hand was intruding into her upper self, marching all the way up to her ribcage over the smooth skin, where I found the clasp of her bra. I unbuckled it and my hand marched on, and finally it reached her neck again, along with a strong blow of her scent coming out of her collar, running all the way into my nostrils.

I lifted my right elbow and her lower back was mostly exposed, while my left hand had almost turned her panties into a thong. I felt wet at the top of my , not knowing if it was urine or blood, or anything else… I wouldn’t mind even if my was bleeding. My Lucy had to suffer a bleeding crotch once in a month, and I wouldn’t mind taking my share, or having a try at least…

Finally, I felt I couldn’t stand it anymore, nor could Lucy. I had to let out the feral animal now, otherwise it would eat me alive from inside. I wriggled out of the sofa and pulled Lucy up, resting her upper body on the sofa face down, and her knees on the floor. I pulled her jeans down, then her panties, prepared to have the doggy… my hearts was pounding so hard while my motionless eyes were gazing at the white bare ass that was waiting for my to come in.

‘Rogue, your goddess is someone else’s wife now. You ain’t betraying no one by doing this.’ I murmured to myself, ‘you goddess has found her love, and it’s time for you to get yours…’

I was waiting for my life to start, so was Lucy I believed. ‘Just one moment, can change everything’, the words from a Calvin Klein commercial come to my mind somehow. It was a perfume commercial, if I remembered correct. It featured my goddess of course, otherwise how would I be so impressed by a commercial?

I first saw that commercial in The Island, a 05 film starring Ewan McGregor and my goddess Scarlett. Her smile was so intriguing it would make any man fall instantly in love for her at first sight.

My memories about Scarlett surged back to my mind all at once, and I knew my sexual drive was completely gone as I felt my melted down… I didn’t know how to explain to Lucy, how disappointed she would be?

All of a sudden, however, the door bell rang and it freaked the out of me, out of us… it was a normal first reaction, but only a second later I felt relieved… I needed a pretext for backing off again like a wimp, and I just got one from the door bell. My mood was gone before the bell rang, but to Lucy, it was the door bell that ruined our love-making. I felt relieved and lucky, like I just got away with a crime.

[Rogue]

Chapter Four

“Mr. Smith…” I heard a male voice calling my name, or my dad’s, most likely my dad’s because it was his house. “Mr. Smith, this is Jamie, the community cop, sorry for interrupting you but it seems you’ve parked your car in the wrong place, it’s blocked like half of the road…”

“Oh , I didn’t park the car right maybe, should’ve parked it along the sidewalk rather than vertical to it, but the space was so small.” Lucy sighed, having quickly pulled her jeans up, and of course her panties.

“Not your fault, Lucy. You only recently got your driver’s license. I’ve got that for years and I still loath doing such stunts.” Though what I was saying silently in my mind was, ‘thank god your car blocked the way…’

“But Rogue”, Lucy said, “I’m so sorry, I came over here to pick you up and come together to my home… my parents are on vacation in Canada now so I thought we would be able to try several more times at my home, but we were so close just now, and it was my poor driving habit and skills that ruined it all…”

“It doesn’t matter, Lucy… We can go over to your home and try it a few times more.” I didn’t want to go with her, for the fear of failing again… but I had to say something to console her. I’d been acting like such a coward the whole morning, and I couldn’t allow myself to go any further that way.

“Thank you, Rogue, Lets go now?” Lucy was noticeably delighted.

“Sure, but please give me a few minutes to get myself dressed…”

“Oh sure, my bed, take your time and I’ll be waiting for you in the car… I ain’t driving home alone, Rogue, I’m waiting for you…”

I found my finest clothes from my closet, and I even changed my pants because the old pair was tainted with urine, or maybe a mixture of urine and semen… I wanted to present a perfect myself to Lucy.

“Whoa Rogue, my honey, you’re some handsome.” Lucy shrieked, as if it was the first time a pubescent girl saw her long time crush. Rogue did look pretty good, by a guy’s standard at least, but still one or two classes below the top level like Tom Cruise and Robert Downey.

“Thank you, Lucy, you’re making me flush… you’re the most beautiful girl in this city, and probably in this country as well, except for my goddess of course.”

“Thank you for your endorsement and yes, no one in the universe comes close to Scarlett… She’s just a goddess.”

“You’re a goddess too, Lucy…” I said that genuinely, because I couldn’t imagine a girl born to the humans’ world being so generous like my Lucy.

“I mean, seriously. You know everything about my obsession with Scarlett, my goddess.” I continued, “But you never mind, and you still willingly choose to be my girlfriend regardless, which no human could ever manage… If Scarlett is a goddess, you’re one too, Lucy.”

Lucy was moved, her eyes teary now… She opened the door quickly, jumping out of the car then straightly into my arms, with her arms clinging to my waist tightly and her head leaning against my chest… She was talking to my heart, in a voice that only my Lucy and I could hear.

[Rogue]

Chapter Five

“Sir, Pardon me sir, please move your car elsewhere first.” The cop said to me, and also to Lucy because we were nearly tied together at the moment.

“Jamie ahh… thanks for not giving us a ticket and we’ll be away in a minute, but it isn’t my car, bro. It’s Lucy’s and…” I hesitated, turning my eyes to Lucy and finding she was gazing at me, her big clear eyes still tearful… “Lucy is my girlfriend.” I said, proudly, as I saw Lucy smiling to me delightedly and contently…

Lucy drove the car just as carefully as she always did. I could see that her heart was still pounding fast and hard, but she was trying her best to calm herself down, to focus on driving.

I rolled the window up, and asked her to roll up her side as well. Not because I felt cold or anything, in fact I loved fresh air and this morning wasn’t that cold, but I didn’t want the fragrance of my Lucy to escape the car by even a thread. She was my girlfriend and she belonged to me, she was my private property it felt like, unlike my goddess Scarlett who was a fortune and a blessing to the whole human race.

If Scarlett was a work of art that I could only appreciate with my eyes, then Lucy was a real-life stuff that needed me to work on in full strength. Lucy already played a significant role in my life, a life that only I myself was en led to.

Did I still feel guilty of straying, or loving another girl that was not Scarlett? But did she feel guilty when she engaged herself to a French head? She was “black widow” so I wished she could live up to her namesake… living like a celibate maybe, the exact same time of life I used to live before meeting Lucy. She betrayed me, and the world beforehand, and I was just taking revenge by loving an innocent girl who loved me full-heartedly.

Reynolds used to be the guy in Hollywood that I liked least, but now I started to sympathize with him. I understood the reasons why he jilted my goddess, which hurt her feelings badly, though I’d never do anything to depress her myself. I couldn’t deign to be so selfish and “get” Scarlett even when such a chance was given, so I took Lucy as a consolation it seemed like.

Lucy’s car arrived at her home and adeptly found its familiar position in the garage Then Lucy and I stepped out of the car and walked into the living room together.

“What drink do you want, Roguey, orange juice or coffee?” Lucy asked me.

“I want… juice, but not orange juice… I want the juice in your mouth, honey.” I was breathing coarsely, my heart pumping hard and even my body shuddering, because I was so excited about the upcoming romance with my Lucy, and also because I was trying my best fighting the feeling of guilt… guilt not just for Scarlett, but also for Lucy.

How would Scarlett feel if she knew me sleeping with another girl? She wouldn’t mind probably, but… how would I overcome the guilt of betraying her? And how did Lucy deserve such unfair treatment, being worked on by a guy whose head was occupied by another woman all the time?

But Lucy allowed me no more time to think… She flew towards me and dove into my waiting arms. Her mouth found mine and they never separated until we reached Lucy’s bedroom and rolled into her bed, when Lucy whispered to me, “I’m all yours, Rogue, just enjoy it…” Then she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes…

[Rogue]

Chapter Six

I gazed at my Lucy who was lying in her bed, her face looking so nice with closed eyes and the familiar smile… I gradually lowered my head and our mouths joined back together. I extended my tongue into her mouth as far as I could reach, licking her palate and making her want to cough and laugh…

My hands weren’t resting either. With one hand and forearm and elbow pressing against the bed supporting my upper body, I slid the other hand down to her waist, finding the buckle of her jeans then setting it free… I didn’t find the upper brim of her panties at the normal place where it should be, maybe that was because I tugged them too hard from behind while we were at Rogue’s home. ‘Damn it, didn’t even adjust her panties. She never got a chance to do so’, I thought to myself.

I had to go deeper so I released the zipper… why there were zippers on girls’ jeans was always beyond me, because I thought girls would never need them. ‘Women are strange animals’, I thought, ‘they shed blood periodically without feeling any pain, and they have such patience to sit in front of a mirror making up their faces for multiple hours’… The only things that could make me sit still for several hours were my goddess’s films, and my favorite video games such as Hearts of Iron and GTA. ‘Women are animals of wonders’, I continued to think, ‘you can sow a woman then you’ll reap a baby from her several months later.’

I finally found her panties which were covering only half of her pubic area. I clipped the upper brim with my index and middle fingers and pulled it up… I was in no hurry.

I began stroking her pussy, through the panties of course, and I could see and hear her gasping at each stroke.

My mouth had slid down her neck, so had the hand and arm which were bearing my weight. I didn’t need them for that job anymore because I was also lying in there already, rubbing against both her boobs at once, one with my face and the other with my hand. Her breasts felt so soft under the bra, which I thought strange first, but I later realized I had unbuckled her bra back my home, and obviously was still unbuckled and loose.

Then I drew the other hand out of her jeans and took off her shirt using both my hands, and saw her bare breasts puckering right in front of my eyes… The bra must be entangled in the shirt, I thought.

Almost at the same time, her eyes opened… She gazed at me and saw me gazing at her, and we were both convinced that something wondrous was about to happen between us…

[AchillesHeel]

People who make fun of your novels will never understand what true passion means.

I finally found her panties which were covering only half of her pubic area. I clipped the upper brim with my index and middle fingers and pulled it up… I was in no hurry.

I began stroking her pussy, through the panties of course, and I could see and hear her gasping at each stroke.

I love that part, but I think you could add more detail to it to make the writer see it through your eyes.

I think your novels have a lot of romanticism in them, I enjoy any form of literature from that genre, tbh. You let your imagination run wide and you express your emotions freely, I can dig that.

[Rogue]

Thank you, Heel, for your insightful analysis and genuine advice. I've already finished chapter Nine but I'm posting on a different computer now. I'll post the latest 3 chapters as soon as I get home from school later today (which'll be tomorrow morning in America)

A brief preview... Reynolds will arrive and the three of us will then "make love" together, after Reynolds sharing his plan with us about bringing my goddess back (I agreed to cooperate with him carrying out the plan. I resisted his plan at first but later relented after he promised me he wouldn't ask me to do anything bad against my goddess). Reynolds and I will take turn ing Lucy. Lucy in the novel was the ex-girlfriend of that "Ryan Reynolds" (the body of Reynolds + the soul of Nick Ford- Lucy's ex-boyfriend), and Reynolds was such a handsome guy, hunky and sexy... Then you'll see some similar scenes you saw in the story posted on page 1 of this thread, a story featuring Robert, Jennifer and William, in fact I'll even copycat some parts of that novel of Cully's tbh.

[Rogue]

TBH the love scenes are always the hardest parts for me to write because I've never had such experiences in my life. I'm a life long celibate and I can only gain such feelings, the pleasure of sex from literature, previously from Cully's and now from my own. Just like Cully said before, I'm also kind of going on a mental journey while writing these novels. I often feel as if the Lucy girl were real, just lying right next to me when I turn off the lights off. She extricates me from the fear of darkness and lonliness, and leads me into the sweet dream where she'll be waiting for me every time... She's kind of become a mirage of Scarlett to me, just like I said, Scarlett is a goddess and she's in the sky, too high for me to ever touch, but Lucy is so close and she's so real.

In a general idea, Scarlett is the woman that you love most, but Lucy is the one you get married to. I believe there's a Lucy's in everyone's life, a woman who loves you genuinely and is willing to do everything for you. She would like to experience the discomfort in her stomach for several months then the intensive pain during parturition... all for you. My purpose of writing this series isn't only to pursuade you to appreciate the beauty of Scarlett's, but also the beauty of life itself. There're many pleasant persons and things in our lives that we haven't discovered yet. Therefore, although Scarlett is the woman I love best in the novels, Lucy is always the one who gives me the most pleasure and consolation.

-Rogue

[Rogue]

Chapter Seven

We were both in the right mood to make love, with Scarlett temporarily put in a secondary position in my mind… I dug my face in her cleavage, indulging my nose in her luscious female scent, thoroughly enchanted by the feeling of her boobs rubbing against my cheeks.

I moved my head up gradually, until I touched her nose with mine and our mouths interlocked again for the third time of the day… Lucy seemed to be squirming, trying her best to free herself from the jeans, and the panties of course. She couldn’t wait to get me in her body, but I was in no hurry, despite something inside my pants also protesting.

‘I ain’t acting like a wimp again’, I vowed to myself, ‘you can’t profane your goddess but she ain’t your goddess, Rogue. She’s your girlfriend and you’ve gotta act as a man should… just let nature take care of itself, Rogue, everything’s gonna be OK.’

I pinched her Jeans with my toes then started to pull the jeans down with my feet, slowly and carefully. I was in fact just helping Lucy get out of that , to be honest. She was thrilled and so was I, and I dragged down her panties which had already been twisted badly.

My mouth was still firmly attached to Lucy’s and I didn’t want to look down, for the fear of my pussy-phobia relapsing. Instead, I was just searching it with my hands, and found it with ease… it was damp, and its temperature probably even higher than the inside of her body. My fingers found two tiny holes between the lips and although I had no idea which was the right one, my penis must know it and I had total confidence in that. Just like I said, nature would take care of itself.

I hadn’t undressed yet, and I couldn’t wait to get it done and get myself naked just like Lucy was. Before I could unbuckle my trousers, however, I heard someone knocking on the door…

“ ”, I said.

“Rogue…” Lucy also seemed to have woken up from it, “leave it alone, honey, the time belongs to us…”

“Yes, son of a will go away thinking there’s no one at home here.” I was 100% genuinely devoted to our romantic maneuver this time, and I didn’t want any disruption.

“I know you’re home, Lucy, open the door please…” It was a man’s voice.

“Who’s that?” I asked Lucy, “Seems he knows you.”

“I have no idea, Rogue, to be honest.”

“Wait a minute…” I shouted to the man outside.

Lucy and I got dressed again very quickly, in fact I hadn’t really undressed in the first place, so I was basically waiting for Lucy, and it aroused me so much just by watching her dress herself.

We walked to the door together then opened the door… It was a familiar face, a muscular and handsome guy whom I could hardly forget about. His eyes were round-shaped and small, like those of a squirrel’s. Some wrinkles could be seen on his forehead but not obvious, someone in his late 30s…

“You are… Ryan Reynolds, ex-husband of my goddess’s.” I easily recognized him, of course. I knew the face of every member or ex-member of my goddess’s family, even including her little sister that her mom adopted from Ethiopia several years ago.

[Rogue]

Chapter Eight

We invited Reynolds into the living room. I used to dislike that guy but I had been taking him as a “comrade” since the release of the news of my goddess being engaged to that French guy.

“So… how do you know where I live, Ryan?” Lucy asked him.

“Lucy, uhh…” Reynolds paused for a moment then said, “I’m not exactly the Ryan Reynolds that people know about.”

“What?” I was confused, “Aren’t you Ryan Reynolds, the actor, and my goddess’s ex-husband?”

“Half right, half wrong, Rogue…” Reynolds turns his eyes to me and said, “I’m living in Reynolds’s body, but my soul ain’t Reynolds… Like, you’re not Rogue but you’re living as Rogue.”

Lucy knew my real iden y, I was Mark from New York and my soul was living in Rogue’s body, so I had been living as Rogue… but how could Reynolds know that?

“Yes that’s true but how do you know it, that I’m not Rogue?” I asked him.

“Because I killed Rogue’s soul, I inflicted a curse on his soul and no one could survive it, so you have to be someone else.” He responded.

“So you’re not Reynolds then… please tell us who the you are?”

His eyes turned back to Lucy, as though he was about to speak to her, but he then looked back at me again and asked, “How do you like Lucy, your girlfriend? She’s a good girl and… I hope that your love for Scarlett hasn’t blinded your heart yet. Scarlett belongs in the heaven, while Lucy is probably the best girl of humans’ world whom you can make love with.”

“Bro, believe it or not that’s just what I’ve been thinking.” I was seriously suspecting that Reynolds had the ability to read my mind, to be honest.

“I once made a mistake…” Reynolds continued to say, “I just loved Scarlett so hard and I never regretted it, but I shouldn’t have ended my relationship with Lucy in such an abrupt and harsh way. I should’ve explained everything to her, begging for her forgiveness…”

“You’re Nick? Nick Ford?” Lucy seemed to have realized who this guy really was.

“Yes, exactly, I’m Nick Ford, your ex-boyfriend. I’m so sorry and I just wanna apologize to you…”

“No, Nick, you needn’t apologize, I would’ve have my Roguey if we had remained in a relationship so… I ought to thank you, to some extent.” Lucy interrupted Nick, or Reynolds, and said in total honesty.

“You’re so… magnanimous, Lucy. He isn’t the real Rogue though…”

“Yes, he is. He’s the perfect guy I’ve imagined in my mind.” Lucy interrupted him again.

“Oh, Lucy…” I couldn’t help but let the words escape my mouth, “Thank you so much, Lucy…” I turned to Reynolds and said to him, “Thank you too, Ryan, or Nick, for giving me the chance to find my true love that Lucy is.”

Nick looked at me and responded, “You should thank me, Rogue, or whoever else you are… I killed the soul of the real Rogue’s so you have a body to reside in.”

“You might have done too harsh on Rogue but I understand…” I said, “You just wanted to curse those guys who had legitimately ed my goddess and Rogue did it once… Rogue’s death was kind of like collateral damage, in my humble opinion.”

“I did hate that guy though, not just because he once ed Scarlett but also that he was indeed a class-one asshole.”

“Why did you hate Rogue so bad?” I asked him.

“Because he trolled me a lot on Spurstalk… He called me ‘picklebreath’ and made fun of my posts. He spammed my ranting threads and ruined my talkshows time after time…”

There was only one Spurstalk poster who regularly made those “ranting” threads and who occasionally host some talkshows on blogtalk radio, so I easily figured out what account he’d been using. There were already enough hints…

“So… you must be mono.” I was sure about it.

“Yeah exactly, mono is me.” Reynolds confirmed it, “but I’d prefer you guys continue to call me Ryan, Ryan Reynolds because it’s a household name, and it feels great to be a famous person.” Reynolds added.

[Rogue]

Chapter Nine

“So ah… Ryan, what’re you coming back to Dallas for?” I asked him.

“I want to get her back… even if not as my wife again, I want her back home in America. And I’m sure you want her back too.”

“Yeah of course, that’s exactly what I crave… having her back home. But you aren’t an American, Ryan, if I remember correct.”

“I am American though. Canada is also in America isn’t it? Don’t you guys call it the hat of the US?” Ryan countered cutely.

“Haha yes…” All three of us laughed.

“But you didn’t answer my question, in my humble opinion.”

“Well Rogue, we both want her back home and I’ve got a plan…” Ryan paused for a moment, cleared his throat then continued, “Scarlett is now back in LA shooting her new film, the Avengers 2, but she’ll be back to France once her work here is done.”

“So, do you mind telling us what exactly your plan is?” I wanted to know the details of his ‘plan’.

“We’ll go to LA and you’ll get the chance to meet her again then it’ll be your job to persuade her to stay… She doesn’t like me and she wouldn’t even bother to talk to me, and Scarlett seems to umm… like you, so you’re the only person I can count on, Rogue.”

Did it mean I would have to make use of my goddess’s friendliness to me, to make use of her trust? I couldn’t imagine how much guilt I would later feel if I actually did it, so I had no other option but to decline him, as much as I fancied the idea of bringing her back home.

“I’m sorry, Ryan, but I can never allow myself to do any harm or tell a lie to my goddess. I also want her back in the US badly, bro. I’d like to see her back with you again much more than see her staying with that French head, but I’m afraid there’s little I can do to help you, to be honest.”

“No one asks you to lie or to hurt your goddess though. I just want to you cooperate with me. We have a common goal here so we can work together to achieve it.” Ryan turned his eyes and looked at Lucy, and back at me again then continued, “The plan is… have you ever watched Scoop, a film starring your goddess?”

“Of course I have. I have watched every film with my goddess in, even including those ty ones like my brother the pig.”

“Good, you know that Hugh Jackman’s character in that film was a serial killer who attempted to murder your goddess but failed…?”

“Yes, as much as I was a fan of his X-men films, I instantly felt an impulse to shoot him dead when I saw him wrestling my goddess into the water, and to rescue my goddess’s life.”

“Romaine Dauriac is a serial killer too and all we need to do is convince Scarlett that. I’m gonna collect the evidences, even fabricate some if necessary, and I just want you to lead your goddess to where she can see those evidences…”

“But… isn’t it gonna equal to deceiving my goddess? I ain’t gonna do anything intent on fooling my goddess, to be honest.” I said.

“I’m really convinced that Dauriac is a bad person, even if not a serial killer he must be something similar, and Scarlett ain’t living a happy life being his wife… She has a horrible ability in judging persons, do you remember? She is such a lib and she’s a big fan of Barrack Obama, and we all know what an asshole Obama is.”

“Yes, bro, we’re gonna do all these for her good… but it’s still gonna make me feel guilty…” I had already accepted to help him, in fact, and also to help myself, though I still had a hard time fighting the feeling of guilt deep in my heart.

“C’mon bro, no one’s gonna ask you to lie to her. Even if there’s a liar, that’s me, and probably that son of a named Dauriac as well. You’ll remain an honest person as you always are.”

“But… how do you know I’m always honest?” I had to say his plan was nearly perfect, and I felt honored to have been invited to play a part in it. I didn’t wanna say ‘thanks’ because I was well aware that he made the plan just for himself rather than anyone else, so I just diverted our talk elsewhere.

“Well I know that was probably not you… That was Rogue, the real Rogue who had been posting as Rogue on Spurstalk, but I assumed you and Rogue had many similarities of personality, and Rogue was well known an honest person on Spurstalk. It was like, each of his posts contained at least four or five tbh, he used that acronym more than anyone else, to be honest.”

“Yep, then other posters also started to use ‘tbh’ abusively, and it gradually became a trend… Rogue is a trend setter, he sets the trend.”

[Rogue]

Chapter Ten

Reynolds and I were supposed to be foes, but the common love for Scarlett my goddess had somehow drove us together towards the same purpose- bring her back home. And I thought Rogue would forgive him too, if his plan could actually achieved its goal of rescuing our goddess from what was deemed to be yet another failed marriage, even though this “Ryan Reynolds”, or Nick Ford was the culprit of the inflicts he suffered. Just like Rogue once said on Spurstalk during the 2011 finals, which I read from a thread in the “classic” section (home of all classic threads)… “Mavs love prevails over everything”, except that this time it was the common love for Scarlett.

This guy wasn’t the real Ryan Reynolds that we knew though, just a body controlled by the soul of another guy named Nick Ford. But it appeared to me that, Nick had changed a lot than what he used to be, and Lucy could confirm it. He was less arrogant and even became somewhat amicable. Maybe he was more or less influenced by the former owner of this body, so the new character of this Nick Ford or Reynolds” was kind of a mixture of those two guys probably, just like how Rogue’s legacy had impacted my personality. I had been posting as Rogue and I even felt I was gradually becoming him, with each post I made on Spurstalk equaling a step towards that end.

“So… what is your real name, bro? Since you’re not the real Rogue?”

“Well, my name is Mark, born and raised in New York so I’m a legitimate New Yorker… You’re also a New Yorker, right? You said that on Spurstalk, you moved here when you were a little kid?”

“Yeah that’s true, but I’d prefer you and Lucy to call me Ryan from now on. I’m actually trying to pretend as him and it feels great.”

“I think you were the person who asked my real name first?” I said it joking, both of us laughed, while Lucy was sitting there listening to us, with her big blue eyes blinking subtly and curiously. She was so thrilled for some reason and it seemed like she was trying her best to blink back the tears of happiness.

“So… Lucy also knows it? You told her everything?” Reynolds asked me.

“Sure, I have nothing to hide from her.”

“Good… Lucy is such a good girlfriend ah… um… You’ve gotta value your relationship with her, to be honest. It doesn’t matter you’re still obsessed with Scarlett, because Lucy doesn’t mind, at all… She’s so generous and so kind, to contrast with the class-one asshole that I behaved like toward her… I’m so sorry, Lucy.” He turned to Lucy and apologized seriously.

“I’ve got over it though, Nick, oh no… Ryan. You don’t need to apologize and I should even thank you in someway, for allowing me the chance to be back with my high-school sweetheart Rogue, or however he is…” She started sobbing, but still managed to squeeze out of her mouth the rest words she meant to say, “He’s such a good dude… and, I’m very content with my life the way it is.”

“C’mon Lucy, you’re not telling the whole truth, otherwise you wouldn’t be sobbing.” Reynolds said considerately. It didn’t make me feel jealous to see another man showing such exaggerated care for my girlfriend, but I still felt a strong feeling that clogged my throat, so strong that I couldn’t say anything no matter how much I wanted, or I just didn’t have any words to say to excuse myself… It wasn’t a feeling of jealousy, but guilt and remorse.

“Not like that, Ryan, Rogue is a good boyfriend and I’m seriously meaning it, except one thing though…” She didn’t say any more out of her mouth, but her flushed face did instead.

“I ah…” I had to be a man, at least for this moment… I continued, “I’m such a wimp, you know, Ryan…” I then turned to Lucy and said, “Sorry Lucy, I…” I lowered my head, wishing that I was wearing Loki’s cloak so I could hide my burning face behind the high collars. I continued to say because I had to, but it was more like I was speaking to myself rather than either of them, “I’m such a wimp… I hadn’t ever had sex with Lucy, not even a single time…”

I didn’t know when my hands had climbed up my red burning face, coving it entirely…

“It’s OK, Rogue, my bro.” Ryan said to me, consoling me, patting my shoulder with his hand.

I also had no idea when he moved over and sat right next to me. I could sense the heat of his body, and my shoulder feeling the strength of his hand… I wanted to melt into this man’s arms and start crying, rubbing my cheek back and forth against his beard-bristled neck and chin, his masculinity looming all over me… He would make me feel like a girl, the exact feeling that my goddess experienced countless times during their marriage…

[Rogue]

Chapter Eleven

But I abstained from doing so, because I couldn’t let my girlfriend witness my manhood being taken away. I had to act like a man and I was glad I did it… I wiped my eyes dry on my palms and abruptly stood up from the sofa to escape the strong masculine gravity of Reynolds.

Lucy was standing there two, just one or two steps away in front of me, gazing at me with her teary blue eyes… waiting for me to hug her, or waiting to a hug to me… Lucy also deserved the word “gorgeous”, not that gorgeous as Scarlett but the right next class down, and normally when she looked at me so affectionately it would always arouse me and make me hard like a rock, but this time it didn’t work. Maybe Reynolds’s presence was so strong here it had put me into a state of middle sex.

I still embraced her, hugging her in my arms tightly hoping it could somewhat arouse me, but still little effect was made, as I felt the stick under my pants was still soft just like my heart at the moment. My pants were dry and again it made me wanna cry.

“Rogue…” Reynolds also stood up from the sofa, walked over and put each of his hand on Lucy’s shoulder and mine, respectively, then said, “I… I don’t know what I can do to help you.”

“I think you can call it pussy-phobia or Rogue’s syndrome, hopefully the diseases will be named after me someday…” Masochistically I said.

“No bro, there’s been no such disease like this. Sex is such a natural course just like eating and sleeping, and… well, ting and pissing, all you need to do is let nature take care of itself.”

“But I just don’t know how. I mean, could you please teach me how ‘to let nature take care of itself’, to show me…?” With the words already out of my mouth I realized my request might be a bit too bold and rude, but it was already too late to withdraw what I just said.

“You mean…?” Reynolds must have realized what I meant, but still couldn’t believe it. He needed me to confirm it, but not to change it, and it couldn’t be changed anyway.

“I mean, Lucy used to be your girl so you probably know how to enrapture her better than anyone does.”

“Sure but… would you mind it? And would Lucy consent?” Ryan asked tentatively.

“Well, you know, Love is one thing and sex is something different entirely… I have total faith in Lucy and I’d like to do anything to make her happy no matter how other people think of me. And Lucy wouldn’t have no problem agreeing it, I believe.”

“Sure, no problem, Rogue… I love you and I’d do anything at your request, honey.” Lucy’s words touched me and we embraced each other even more tightly. And… for the first time since Ryan’s arrival, I felt some fresh blood being pumped into my …

“I’m so glad to have here and met you guys… you’re an unusual couple, both of you, I mean.” Reynolds said, as he moved closer and extended his arms around Lucy and me.

After giving each of us a quick kiss, Reynolds said to me, “Rogue, I’ll then make love with Lucy and you can stand by, observing the whole process… If you feel offended or anything, you can shout it aloud and then I would stop instantly, OK?”

“I ain’t ruining such a wonderful experience, I promise…”

[Rogue]

Chapter Twelve

Reynolds then began his work on Lucy, at my request. It might sound strange that a boyfriend watching his girlfriend making love with another man, and enjoying it, but it was exactly what I was doing, and I felt beguiled. It aroused me even more than when there were only Lucy and me… The man was so sturdy and Lucy looked so small compared to him.

Unlike the hesitance or reluctance that I displayed while caressing Lucy, Reynolds was doing it without any delay, all in a straight way. And he was doing it so adeptly and swiftly, like he couldn’t wait to see Lucy’s naked body…

He lifted her shirt over her head then… “Wow”, he shrieked, “no bra, cool stuff here.”

“Yeah, we were just about to make love when you arrived…” I responded. I remembered that the bra was entangled in her shirt, and Lucy was in such a hurry that she didn’t have the time to put the bra on, so she only put the shirt back on and pulled her jeans up when Reynolds arrived, though I had no idea where the the bra had gone. Maybe Lucy had hidden it somewhere nobody could see, under the sofa or somewhere else, it was her home after all so she knew where to hide it.

“Wow…” Again Reynolds shrieked as he pulled her jeans down, “You panties are twisted so bad, , the brims have even flayed… I think you don’t wanna keep them so… hmm…” Words said strenuously from Reynolds’s mouth, followed by a snapping sound.

He had torn her panties apart, and now the panties were gone.

“Rogue, you lied…” Reynolds said to me, pointing at the area between the legs of my Lucy who was then kneeling on the floor with her stomach leaning against the sofa’s edge, her arms on the sofa helping support the weight of her upper body… “You legitimately ed her just now. Look at the thick white liquid, ain’t it your semen?”

“I…” I couldn’t see anything there… I couldn’t look at it at all because of pussy-phobia. While I was stroking her pussy with my fingers I did felt some dampness on her panties in that area, but I thought that was normal for a girl. A girl couldn’t shake her pussy clean after pissing, so it might be piss or sweat, I thought. I had no idea how to explain, so I just said, “I promise, Ryan, I didn’t even take her panties off before your arrival.”

“Well, then it might be um… leuk… umm” It seemed Ryan was trying to think of that word, “ … That word escapes my head at the moment, whatever it is…” He didn’t want to waste any effort finding the word out… He had to go at full speeds towards Lucy’s need, the natural need that she had missed for so long.