Part 1 of a series of stories about a young couple, Elle and Scott, and their exploration of Scott's wildest fantasy.
It's 9.30 pm, cold outside and dark. It's a rainy January in England, and the sound of heavy droplets falling onto the conservatory roof can be heard throughout the house.
Scott is in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher. An unassuming guy in his early thirties, around 5"7, with long-ish hair that probably needs a cut, in a typical millennial hanging onto his youth outfit of black skinny jeans, a white tee, and white hi-top sneakers, Scott is getting ready for his girlfriend, Elle, to come home.
Just like clockwork, he hears the front door open. A happy, chirpy female voice says, "Hellooo?" from the hallway. Elle is home after working in the city for a few days.
"Hey babe," Scott exclaims as he greets her in the hall. "How was the journey home?" He says as he kisses her cheek. Her maroon-dyed hair is wet and sticking to her pale cheeks, her gorgeous, big blue eyes lighting up the room.
Elle is truly beautiful, with a girl-next-door vibe about her. She's sexy but adorable at the same time -- a perfect combination.
"It was fine; the train wasn't too busy, actually. It's gross out there, though, and I've been up all day working, so I feel sweaty and eugh... Gonna have a shower if that's okay with you?"
"Yeah, sure - do you want something to eat? I've had dinner, but I can make you a sandwich or something?" Scott replies as he goes back to the kitchen to finish up.
Elle is halfway up the stairs already and has thrown her sweater and t-shirt back into the hall. "No, I'm cool; I had something before I got the train. Could you put those in the wash, please?"
"Okay!" Scott shouts. "What do you wanna do after your shower?"
Elle doesn't reply, the door is already closed, and the water is already running. Scott finishes up in the kitchen and heads upstairs to bed.
Elle walks in wearing her dressing gown to find Scott in bed, playing a game on his laptop.
"Bedtime?" Elle asks.
"Yeah, well, you've had a long day, so I thought we could get an early night and maybe watch something?"
"Whatcha wanna watch?" Elle says, running a towel through her damp hair.
"Well," Scott smirks, "I thought we could maybe revisit what we were texting about the other night?"
"Ohhhh, I see," Elle says with a wry smile. "That's why you wanted to go to bed so early.
Scott shrugs and nods; "I thought it was a good idea; we haven't in a while. Wanna do it?"
"Sure", Elle smiles. "Go on then, you choose."
Elle jumps into bed, and Scott positions the laptop between them.
"Well, if I open the folder, you can choose; I've seen them all before, so you'll mostly be the one watching it," Scott says suggestively. "I'll be... busy."
Elle laughs. "Okay, go on."
Scott opens a folder on his laptop creatively titled 'Stuff', and dozens of video icons pop up on the screen. This is his collection - a carefully curated stash of porn that he and Elle occasionally watch together (and that he watches on his own more than he'd like to admit.)