Atie Saves Valentine's Day

ATTENTION: This is another story in my "Alternate Freya-verse" series. I feel that this needs to be announced right up front and in all caps. With that out of the way, the rest of this foreword is a little long, so if you want to skip ahead, go for it. But you may be missing something interesting!!

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A few months ago, on the Literotica Author's Forum, I mentioned that all the talk about winning one of the contests had gotten me worked up over getting one of those coveted "Blue W" designations that a story earns by winning a contest on Literotica. Another author,

Inkent

wrote: "you've created the basis for a winning story ripe for putting into almost any competition - the hot writer desperate to win at any cost

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. Now go grab that Blue W!"

And this got me thinking... for about two minutes. I quickly decided that I couldn't come up with a whole story just out of some vague idea. So, I promptly forgot about it and moved on with my life.

Two nights later, I was doing the dishes and -- BOOM! I suddenly had an idea. I realized exactly how I could use this concept of someone so determined to win a Literotica Contest that they would stop at nothing. And I immediately started writing. And, of course, my brain immediately proceeded to go completely off the rails and write a pretty wacky story (wacky even by MY standards!!).

Anyway, as usual, a HUGE "thank you" to

Figjamkiss

who is always there for me with moral support and to dot the i's and cross the t's and all of that technical stuff. And another HUGE "thank you" to

AlexFourways

who is always cheering me on.

So, here it is in all of its crazy glory. Enjoy.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Love, Frey

My Stories

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"Well, the snow is

really

coming down, so the weather forecast seems to have been right," Alex stated, turning away from the window and facing Freya. "Sadly, I think our Valentine's Day plans are officially canceled."

Always cheerful, Freya smiled brightly and answered, "Oh, that's fine. Although I was looking forward to whatever surprise you had planned for today, there's not much we can do. We can't change the weather, right? But we can cuddle and watch a movie, then I'll cook us an early dinner and we can put a fire in the fireplace and watch another movie."

"Yeah. We can do your Valentine's surprise thing next weekend, maybe," Alex said, not very excited about the prospect of watching movies all day. But the unspoken promise of fooling around did hold his interest. It

was

Valentine's Day, after all.

"Sure. We can do it next weekend," Freya answered, taking his hand and leading him into the living room. "As long as I get to spend time with you, I'm happy." Much to Alex's dismay, Freya picked a romantic comedy that looked cute to her -- and rather boring to him -- and they both settled onto the couch with a warm comforter over themselves.

Hoping to move things along, Alex placed his hand gently on Freya's thigh and gave her a light rub. Freya looked at him, smiled, placed her hand over his, and turned back to the movie that was just starting. Alex sighed internally. He hoped that Freya would be more interested in a little more physical action, but maybe she really did just want a quiet day spent with the two of them.

But Alex didn't want to sit around all day and watch some boring romantic comedy -- movies that were always much too light on the comedy aspect. He had other things on his mind. He just had to figure out how to gently guide the afternoon in that direction.

And then Alex's luck changed.

With no warning whatsoever, the power went out.

There was that strange moment of crushing silence that always follows a power outage where your ears almost have to re-calibrate themselves to the lack of background noise that is usually constantly bombarding our eardrums. They heard the jingle of Rio's dog tags and saw him tentatively making his way over to the couch in the murky darkness. He barked softly as if to ask what had happened and Alex reached down and picked him up. It was exactly a year ago today that Freya had gotten the tiny Yorkshire Terrier for him. And just as it had been when he first saw Freya, for Alex, the cute puppy was love at first sight.

"We're striking out all over the place," Freya stated.

'You can say that again,' Alex thought as he placed Rio on the couch next to him. "So, keeping with the baseball analogy," Alex started as he leaned towards Freya for a kiss, "Do you think I can get to first base?"

Freya giggled. "Maybe," she coyly said. "But why don't you start a fire first? That would be romantic." Alex stood up and Rio hopped off the couch to follow him. "It's a good thing that we have a gas stove so I can still make us dinner," Freya commented. "And then we can eat by candlelight! This could be the best Valentine's Day ever!"

* * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, shit," Cynthia mumbled. "Real Life Freya is doing another one of her lame romance stories. I'll bet she's even going to submit it to Literotica in the 'Romance' category. Or even worse, under the 'Erotic Couplings' category."

"You know, 'Erotic Couplings' is the most popular category on Literotica," Katie pointed out.

"It's where stories get dumped that aren't interesting enough for any of the other

real

categories," Cynthia complained. "I can't believe that she really thinks readers care about love and flowers and candlelight dinners and all of that crap."

"Oh, don't be like that," Katie chided her. "I think it's sweet."

"You would," Cynthia retorted contemptuously. "The fact is, in reality, everyone reading these smutty stories online just wants a story about sex. They want a spank tale that's just long enough and hot enough to get off on with no extra flowery shit thrown in. After they get their jollies, they can finish the last couple of sentences that lamely wrap up whatever flimsy plot was shoehorned in between the sex scenes, and then they can put their phones on their nightstands and fall asleep with smiles on their faces.."

"When did you become so cynical?"

Cynthia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? Right around Real Life Freya's seventh Literotica story. It's bad enough that she made me fat, but in

that

story, she made me a pig that just sits around and stuffs herself all the time."

"That's not true," Katie told her. "You're not a pig just sitting around and stuffing yourself all the time. You only do that occasionally."

"Ha ha! Very funny. It's a good thing that you're awesome in bed," Cynthia responded. "Because you're a fuckin' pain in the ass out of bed."

Katie wrinkled her nose and gave Cynthia a sarcastic smirk. Then she pointed out, "But you know that in the entire story arc that Real Life Freya has planned, the fact that you like to eat ends up being super important," Katie said.

"Everyone likes to eat. It's not that important."

"Okay. Then the fact that you like to stuff your big fat face ends up being super important." Katie placed her hands on her hips. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. It's super important that I'm a fat pig. I'm a hero. Blah, blah, blah. But that's not until the fourth or fifth series or something," Cynthia complained. "Real Life Freya has just barely started the third series! And in the meantime, the only thing readers know is that I'm a fatass that can't stop stuffing my fat fucking face."

"What happened to 'pleasantly plump' and all of that?" Katie asked.

"Lies!" Cynthia proclaimed crossly. "

She

," spitting out the pronoun in anger, "just writes that shit in so readers think that I'm okay with being a lardass."

"Whatever," Katie said just to end the argument. An argument that had been ongoing between the two girls for decades, long before they had become lovers. "Anyway, there's not a whole lot that

we

can do about it, right? We're just characters in Real Life Freya's writing."

"Ah, fuck," Cynthia grumbled in sudden realization. "I'll bet this is one of those 'Alternate Universe' things that she does to milk a few more stories out of us without having to follow the plots and constructs already set up in the main series." She looked at Katie. "You know, we might not even be in this story at all."

"So what if we aren't in this one? Story Freya is the main character anyway. We're just supporting players in her world."

"Fuck that and fuck both Freyas," Cynthia growled. "You've read the comments on her stupid stories. Readers overwhelmingly prefer us! They love us! They love me!"

Katie frowned. "That's just because all we ever do is argue or have sex."

"Sometimes even at the same time," Cynthia interjected.

"Yeah. That's a real treat." Katie shrugged. "But sex and anger is what we are, I guess. It's what sells."

"Sells? Yeah!" Cynthia scoffed. "That moron is writing all of these stories and not even making a damn penny."

"She likes to write. What's so wrong with that? Now, can't we just see where this goes?" Katie begged. "Maybe it'll be super sexy like the last Valentine's Day Contest story she wrote."

"That one was definitely a super sexy story, but it was a total loser of a story. She hasn't come close to winning a contest yet. She doesn't use

nearly

enough adjectives. And how about throwing in some metaphors and similes and shit like that from seventh grade English class? She writes like she fucking failed English 101!"

"Her stories are sweet."

"Ha!" Cynthia barked. "You just said that sex and anger is what sells. Not sweet."

"Well, this one still might be very sexy," Katie pointed out. "But we'll never know if you don't shut up."

"I doubt it'll be very sexy," Cynthia said, but begrudgingly decided to wait and see where Story Freya went with this one.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex took Rio out before the blizzard really rolled in, piled some logs into the fireplace, and very quickly, they were back curled up on the couch again, this time with a cozy fire and two mugs of hot chocolate that Freya had made for them.

"This is nice," she said, snuggling closer to Alex.

"Yeah," Alex answered, but he was distracted by the warmth of her body against him. The clean smell of her hair. The feel of her breast pressing on his bare arm, their skin separated only by the thin flannel material of her nightshirt. He sighed watching her sip hot chocolate and gaze contentedly at the flickering flames while his previously growing erection began its descent into flaccidity. His hopes of some

real life

romance to replace the manufactured romance in the movie seemingly going up in smoke like the logs in the fire.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, this is some serious bullshit," Cynthia complained.

"Real Life Freya's building the scene. Give her time."

"Come on. 'The clean smell of her hair'? 'Flannel nightshirt'? Story Freya just sitting on the couch like a lump while that hunk is

right there

? You've seen the size of his cock! It's huge!" Cynthia ranted. "And Real Life Freya even used the word 'flaccidity'! In a porn story! I can't even -- I --" Cynthia faltered, then pointed a stern finger at Katie. "I'm tellin' you. This is bullshit."

"Real Life Freya has written dozens of hot stories. You have to give her a couple thousand words to get going."

"A couple thousand words? Readers have clicked away well before a couple thousand words. By this point in the story, they should at least be kissing," Cynthia demanded. "Or someone getting a rim job."

"You're disgusting!"

"I'm realistic!"

"Hey!" Katie exclaimed. "I think they're about to do something."

* * * * * * * * * *

Freya turned her head and looked up at Alex. He was so handsome and loving. She slowly licked her lips, tasting cocoa, and leaned towards Alex. Immediately, he leaned in, gently touching his lips to hers. She carefully reached out to taste his tongue and they were soon kissing like eager teenagers home alone after school.

As they kissed, Freya placed a hand on Alex's chest. She could feel his heartbeat under her palm and sighed against his soft lips. Alex took that as a green light and tentatively began to crawl a hand along Freya's thigh and under the long shirt she had on.

"Um," Freya gently protested. "I really just wanted to have a relaxing day with you, Alex."

Alex's hand froze and then began its retreat.

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"Oh, come on!!" Cynthia shouted in desperation. "At this point, I'd already be sucking on that fat hog of his."

Katie glared at Cynthia. "And how appropriate seeing as you're such a pig. Now, shush!"

* * * * * * * * * *

"I

was

looking forward to a relaxing day with you," Freya continued, "But you always get me so turned on!" Freya nearly jumped from the couch, knocking the coffee table with her hip hard enough to almost spill the two mugs of forgotten hot chocolate that were sitting on it, and nearly tore Alex's pajama pants off. He and his softened cock didn't know what hit them before she had slipped the entire length of it into her mouth.

Stunned, Alex just sat there feeling Freya massage his dick with her tongue. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, she felt it engorging in her mouth, slowly but steadily pushing its way towards the back of her throat. She focused on breathing through her nose and relaxing as she felt the fat head of his cock push past her tongue and enter her throat.

Freya had always had a weak gag reflex, but she had trained herself -- with Alex's joyous assistance -- to suppress it even further to the point that it was virtually nonexistent. She made small gulping sounds as her mouth and throat worked Alex's cock to full attention, then she carefully pulled her head back sliding her lips the entire length of him until just the head remained in her hot grasp.

Alex let out a tiny moan as she slowly sucked him back into her mouth.

And then she had an idea.

With a wet plop, his dick popped out of her mouth. She turned and grabbed one of the mugs of hot chocolate. She sipped a mouthful, swished it around for a moment, swallowed, and immediately resumed sucking Alex's cock.

Alex's breath caught in his chest when he was suddenly the recipient of the wettest, hottest, tightest blowjob that he had ever experienced. And the way that both Freya and Cynthia liked to suck cock, he had experienced plenty of great blowjobs.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Boom!" Cynthia exploded. "Name check!"

"Will you please shut up!"

"Oh, like

you're

interested in Freya sucking dick?"

Katie grimaced. "Ew. No. But I am waiting for Alex to reciprocate."

"'Reciprocate,' huh?" Cynthia frowned. "When are you going to grow up? You're just waiting for Alex to lick Story Freya's pussy. She should just spread those legs of hers and say 'Hey, Alex, eat me out.'"

* * * * * * * * * *

In a sexual haze of endorphins brought on by Alex's magnificent cock, Freya simply couldn't help herself. She stood up, then flopped onto the couch next to him, spread her legs and with her fingers, spread her wet pussy lips, and said, "Hey, Alex, eat me out."

Alex shrugged and smiled. "Sure."

* * * * * * * * * *

"What the hell was that?" Cynthia asked.

With wide eyes, both girls stared at each other.

Then Cynthia broke the silence. "I wish that Story Freya would tell Alex to hurry up and suck on her little clitty."

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Comfortably lying back against a pillow, eager to get started, Freya said, "Alex, honey, will you hurry up and suck on my little clitty."

"I'm moving as fast as I can," Alex told her, pulling his pants back up and positioning himself on the couch between her splayed legs. As much as he enjoyed a great blow, his real pleasure was in fucking. He knew Freya, and he knew that his mouth on her pussy was the final step before he had his dick buried in her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and dove in with gusto.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cynthia, her mouth agape, stared at Katie. "Can I make Real Life Freya write whatever I want?"

In awe, Katie whispered, "I don't know."

With absolutely no trace of the usual sarcastic humor in her voice, Cynthia said, "I wish Story Freya would pick her nose."

* * * * * * * * * *

As Alex's mouth found her clitoris, Freya rubbed the back of her hand against her nose. It was itchy. She wondered if maybe she was coming down sick, even though she felt fine. Seeing that Alex was pretty occupied between her legs, she let an index finger explore the inside of her left nostril, seeking the source of the itch.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Shit," Cynthia mumbled in awe. "I

can

make Real Life Freya write things."

* * * * * * * * * *

The itch in her nose was becoming almost unbearable. There was no way that she would be able to focus on the pleasure that Alex was trying to give her until this was sorted out. Freya stuck the index finger of her other hand into her other nostril, hoping that the combined one-two punch would take care of the problem.

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"Now, she's picking her nose with two fuckin' fingers?" Cynthia exclaimed. "I didn't tell her to write that."

Katie touched Cynthia's hand and quietly said, "I did it."

Cynthia turned to Katie. "You picked your nose with two fingers?"

"No. I made Story Freya do that." Katie whispered.

"You didn't say that you wished it."

Staring at Cynthia, Katie told her, "All I did was

think

it."

The two girls were silent for a minute, mulling over this almost incomprehensible turn of events.

While Story Freya was having her pussy eaten by an enthusiastic Alex, Cynthia whispered, "Do you know what this means?"

"No," Katie whispered back. "And why are we whispering?"

"I don't know why we're whispering," Cynthia whispered. "But this means that we can finally get one of Real Life Freya's stories to place in a Literotica Competition."

Katie nodded. "And this year's Valentine's Day competition is perfect because Valentine's Day was the very first competition that Real Life Freya ever entered.

And

that first competition entry of hers is still one of her most popular stories! Real Life Freya can finally win a contest! I'm so excited!" Katie was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "We just need to give the readers exactly what they want."

"This story will be a shoo-in."

Nodding again, Katie asked, "So what do the readers want?"

Cynthia smiled an evil smile. "Us."

"This is about Story Freya and Alex. It's Valentine's Day."

"But readers overwhelmingly prefer us," Cynthia stated. "Actually,

me

. But they like how you and I interact, so you get tossed into the stories, too."

Katie scoffed at this.

"Hey," Cynthia said, "Freya's cool and everything, but

I'm

the real deal. Readers like me. Chubby and all." She smiled, hands on her plush hips. "It's like that Inkjet guy said, 'the hot writer desperate to win the competition at any cost.' I say we help Real Life Freya with her boring-ass romance thing."