The Author

"May I borrow your nail polish?" Tina reached for the shelf.

"Sure!"

May lifted her arms and twisted in front of the mirror, testing her carnival look. Her clothes - which were really just two belts and a bunch of colourful stripes covering her breasts and hips - swirled around her, revealing her tanned, naked body completely.

Still naked, Tina took the bottle, sat down on the sofa with her knee pulled up to her chest and began to paint her toenails a vibrant yellow. May put her foot against the wall and inspected her own, bright red and green. Perfect!

May twisted again, thinking of the warm summer night ahead of them, all the dancing, laughing, drinking, kissing, excited quickies with strangers, and later picking someone for a hot sex night... Or maybe she'll be lucky to be picked for the all-night gangbang... The butterflies in her stomach had always been damn easy to stir, and now they were fluttering merrier than ever. She was so damn happy to be living in this day and age.

Tina finished painting her toenails, spread her toes to let them dry, and began to paint her lips, eyelids and nipples gold. For this carnival she had chosen only the short skirt, which hid nothing.

"Could you go any faster?" May crossed the room with dancing steps. "We're going to be late!"

"Don't worry." Tina stretched in front of the mirror, inspected herself critically, then added a butt plug with a fluffy fox tail attached. Then she picked up her skirt. "There's never anything exciting in the beginning. Let's extend the foreplay!"

They laughed.

"Make us some coffee before we go," Tina added.

May nodded, and went to the kitchenette corner.

All ready for the carnival, they sat side by side, feeling the touch of each other's warm skin, kissing, tasting the coffee on each other's lips. They teasingly ran their fingers along each other's exposed slits. They both knew they'd bring each other to orgasm before they left, but they still had to finish the coffee.

"Mmm..." May laid her head on Tina's shoulder, twitching slightly as Tina's fingertips reached her clit. "Life can't get any better... God must love me!"

"There's no God," Tina chuckled, biting May's earlobe playfully. "There's only The Author."

"Hm? No God?.." May leaned back on the bed and stretched. She had heard all this talk about The Author, but had not really paid attention. The God, The Author - what's the difference?.. "Then why do we scream 'Oh God' when we orgasm?"

"Because it's a meme," Tina said. "I mean, it's not real."

"As if The Author is real!"

"You really shouldn't skip Litherology classes!" Tina began to gently finger her friend. May groaned and wrapped her legs around Tina's shoulders. "Everyone knows that our world is written by The Author! The signs are unmistakable: our lives correspond exactly to the canons of storytelling, and there are a limited number of life plots and personality types, just seasoned with different fine details..."

May was not really listening, she was rolling deep in waves of pleasure. A warm breath, soft licks, the sensation of a wet tongue, small bites on the buttocks, tingling of the labia... Tina, who knew her friend's body as well as her own, brought May quickly and steadily to her climax.

When May had recovered, the girls changed places and it was Tina's turn to moan. May took the vibrator and began to tease her friend.

"So what about The Author?" she asked dreamily, just to get her friend talking through her ever increasing arousal.

"There's no word but by The... Aaahhh... Author, and His words are... mmm... divine... divine... And we are... aaahhh... His words.... Ooohhh! Maaay!"

After a few more strokes, Tina shuddered with a trembling orgasm. May sealed her lips with a kiss.

As soon as Tina had regained her senses, the girls adjusted their makeup and almost non-existent clothes, and walked barefoot to the central square. The streets were crowded with people joining the carnival. May and Tina's outfits were among the most revealing, but far from unique. They walked the noisy streets, arm in arm, joking and flirting.

In the main square, dancing was already underway and the DJ was playing May and Tina's favourite songs. A fast rhythm attracted young, almost naked bodies, and a long table with a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks was swarming with mouths desperate for refreshment.

The girls were no exception.

The pleasant coolness of the glass, the music, a quickie next to the snack bar tent, a long, wild dance, another quickie, May's laughter, and Tina's hands around a handsome man's neck, his hands up her skirt - and this night, like every year, passed in a triumphant flurry of joyous sensations.

But somewhere in the back of her mind, May could not stop thinking about The Author.

"Why do we refer to The Author as 'he'?" she asked Tina as they rested on the cool grass between rounds of dancing (and sex). "Nobody has seen him! He could be her, or them too!"

Tina thought for a while, twisting her foxtail anal plug between her fingers. She decided against pushing it back and hung it around her neck.

"Well," she said, "there was the contextual analysis done decades ago and repeated many times. Subtle but obvious signs point to an exclusively male predilection: an exclusively heterosexual attitude towards the women, including a noticeable objectification, a very specific fetish in scenes about slender barefoot teenage girls, and a rather detailed description of an erect cock. Although the latter is the subject of some debate, as he also describes female sensations quite well."

"Hmmm..."

Before May got bored, they were surrounded by a large group of laughing, sweating and increasingly drunk men and women who were tired of dancing and hungry for distraction. As everyone seemed to be in a playful mood, and the number of clothes among the partygoers was not excessive, it did not take long for the girls to be pulled into a nice group sex pile.

Tina thirstily sucked one dick after another, sometimes switching to kissing swollen labia, smearing them with cum from her mouth. May had fun playing with two pairs of soft, springy female breasts - and the women pinched her nipples too. A handsome man had lifted her off the ground and thrust his hard cock deep into her ass from behind, and another had approached them from the front and penetrated May's pussy. The pleasant weight of people's bodies, the sounds of their moans, the smell of stale, perfumed sweat mixed with sperm and vaginal juices, the touch of a hard cock, a wriggling ass, sticky fingers, and finally the blissful screams and orgasms - May loved all these things, she never tired of them, even if they marked her life every other day.

Then there was more drinking and dancing. The carnival slowed to a crawl as the crowd split into couples and groups to end the night with lengthy sex in their homes. Tina and May barely had time to kiss before they were pulled aside. Tina was picked up by the muscular dark-haired guy who had been staring at her with lust in his eyes for the last half hour. She melted just by looking at his strong body. And May was lucky: she and another grinning girl were chosen by a dozen horny boys! Ohhh the gangbang! She felt shivers of anticipation!

"I'm May!" she told the girl.

"I'm Alice! Do you know thow boys?"

"Nope! And you?"

"Just met them!"

They laughed.

"Can't wait for all their dicks in me!"

They hugged and kissed passionately. The boys led them into a room with no furniture, just a couple of mattresses on the floor, laid them side by side and took turns fucking them. Alice's breasts were small, firm and tasty, she threw one of her strong legs over May's and they squeezed each other's hands as they thrust their hips forward, rubbing their clits against the boys' bushes, panting and moaning almost in unison.

May lost herself in the euphoric pleasures of this orgy, pausing occasionally to drink from a water bottle. She lost track of the bodies on top of her, the lips and hands touching her everywhere, the dicks penetrating all her holes... Her orgasms merged into non-stop waves of pleasure that drowned her deeper and deeper...

***

She woke up at dawn in the same room, surrounded by naked bodies breathing and snoring peacefully. The air smelled of sweat and sperm - the scent May liked best! She felt Alice's forehead on her shoulder. Both girls were covered in drying cum. It tasted slightly salty when she licked her lips.

"Life couldn't get any better!" May thought, grinning and enjoying her relaxed comfort. "And the next event will be the day after, and in the meantime I can bask in the afterglow of this wonderful fuck night..."

Then she remembered yesterday's talks about The Author. If all their lives were just stories, was she now in the main plot or just a side-line, she wondered. Was Tina now wandering the streets of a city in a pink dawn, dried semen on her face, her foxy tail peeking out from under her short skirt, looking for another adventure? Is she trying to reach The Author like May? And what about herself now? Or was her porn story already over, deleted by an indifferent jerk who couldn't get his sexy teenage slut despite trying every week for the last few months? But that might not be a problem if they were edited into a story collection with recurring characters...

If only I could ask The Author, she thought, staring at the ceiling.

"Well, you could." Glowing letters appeared and slowly faded above her like a flashing neon sign.

Whaaat?!!

Were her thoughts coming true?

May glanced sideways at her still-sleeping partners. No one else was awake to confirm that she wasn't delirious. What did it mean - 'you might'? Did The Author (or Authoress) really hear her? How did she write to him?

"Hey, The Author," she thought, "maybe The Authoress! Take me to your place, please!"

"Okay," the letters replied. "Get up and go to the West Quarters. I will guide you."

Wow!

In a few seconds she got up quietly, wiped herself as thoroughly as she could with someone's shirt - let her scent be the gift to the unknown boy, she chuckled to herself - found her carnival outfit and was out the door, fastening the thin belts around her breasts and hips.

She walked through the streets, empty at dawn, shivering with the cool air and excitement. The morning sun splashed the picturesque city with light, her feet stumbling on the uneven cobblestones, and May had to control herself and slow down - the pavement here was a little too hard, even for her sturdy bare soles. All around them, the city's morning life rang out from the open windows, a symphony of snores, coughs, yawns, murmurs and the many moans of morning sex.

Meanwhile, the road led farther and farther away from the cosy houses, into the warehouses and workshops and dull grey buildings of the West Quarter.

"Go one mile, then turn left," the glowing letters at her feet told her.

How far is a mile, exactly? May thought indignantly, but followed the instructions until she saw the words "Here!" on the wall of the alleyway to her left.

Then the words changed.

"You are entering my world, I won't be able to guide you with the instructions. Here is my address..." - May's forearm tickled and she saw two lines of text appear on it. - "Go ahead and follow the signs. It's not far."

May continued on her way, with uncertainty in her thoughts about all of this. What if she did meet The Author, and it was all not a delusion, a hangover, a fantasy game, or just another twist in her story - how would she...?

The street changed subtly. It was about the same, with perhaps a few more colourful buildings. The air smelled different, more like exhaust fumes. And it sounded... May didn't immediately notice the difference... One note was missing from the morning symphony here.

No sex moans.

It was really creepy, like entering the zombie city. What kind of people live here...

And a few early passers-by on the streets looked... Well, quite human, but so... overdressed! No one was topless or barefoot, no one was flashing their hips or butts as they walked. They stared at May with the same shocked expression. Why was that? Well, her carnival outfit was just a bunch of short coloured stripes around her chest and hips, but it was actually quite okay as everyday clothing...

And, she noticed, most of the windows were curtained. So, how do people expose their nudity and sex to casual observers?

Unnatural!

And does their Author live in this creepy, cold place? Poor, poor guy...

May followed the signs and house numbers, it was easy. Eventually she found herself at the door of an old three-storey building. Here. She checked the address on her forearm and walked up the stairs, her heart pounding. Is she really here? What is she doing here?

She paused in front of the nondescript door, then finally pressed the bell, almost fainting with fear.

A muffled ding, then footsteps. Then the door opened.

May saw a middle-aged man - maybe in his fifties - standing on the threshold, fat, red-nosed, with glasses and faded, pale hair. She recognised his face at once: she had seen it many times, painted on walls, printed on posters, drawn on asphalt... She had never stopped to think who that face belonged to, and why it appeared all over the city.

"He" was indeed a "He".

The Author.

Behind his bent, sleepy face, the hall was filled with bright yellow light. His body looked strange - strange to her: wrinkled, sloppy, with a hanging belly... She had never seen anyone, even old people, in such bad shape!

He looked at her admiringly. His face flushed a little and his breathing became shallow, the familiar signs she had seen a thousand times. She smiled at him.

"Well... Welcome, May!" he said, stepping aside and inviting her to enter.

How did he know her name? Ah. Of course.

She stepped in, looked around curiously, sniffed. What did she expect? A golden temple with huge statues of girls her age in lewd poses, adorned with shiny orbs and all the finer details between their legs? Something like that...

What she saw instead was his small living room, furnished as any normal person would have it - with a TV, a round table, armchairs and an old sofa, with a kitchen attached - but very cluttered. There were a few pizza boxes, burger wrappers and Chinese takeaway boxes piled up in the corner. But nothing lewd or gold. Not even a lot of naked skin in the pictures hanging on the walls.

Nothing out of the ordinary, generally speaking.

"I need a shower, okay?" she asked.

"Of course," he pointed to the bathroom.

Stripping off her street clothes, May returned to the coze home nakedness and stepped into the shower. It was only when she was under the hot water jets that she noticed another detail. The Author was dressed as if he were going out... Why is he dressed in his own room? What strange habits! Should she put her carnival outfit back on after the shower? No, she decided. After all, if he's her Author, he knows all her preferences. He designed it himself, didn't he?

She dried herself with a soft yellow towel and, confident in her sexuality, stepped back into the living room, smiling charmingly at the Author.

He smiled back uneasily. Hmm. Is he as worried as she is? Why? He's the Author!

"Um... I'm John," he said. "Nice to meet you. Coffee?"

She nodded and smiled, "Yes, please!"

She felt her skin flush and almost burn under his hungry eyes. Oh. Of course, hundreds of men had stared at her before, not to mention all the other things they had done to her, but... probably no one had exuded such sex deprivation. Never. Who could be so desperate for sex when there were hundreds of girls around?

John made coffee and brought croissants. May sat in the chair, throwing one leg over the other and stretching happily. John gulped. Then she tasted the food. Delicious!

"So..." John broke the awkward silence. "You wanted to talk to me. Well, here I am, open to you. What would you like to ask?"

She chuckled. "Didn't you write me and all my thoughts? You should know!"

He shook his head. "No, it does not work that way. I've written your actions, and some feelings, and your desire to meet me. Nothing more. Your thoughts are a complete mystery to me. And of course, once you've entered my world, I've lost all control over you. You are now on the free will."

Oh, so she's free now? May listened to herself. No difference! She giggled.

"Maybe... I wanted to thank you. I'm having the time of my life for all my eighteen years! Nothing could be better!"

"Even, um, when they fuck you hard and rough?"

"Especially then!"

She laughed.

He relaxed visibly.

"You're welcome. I have done my best to make life full and fun and pleasant for you - not just for you, but for all my characters. But sometimes I write about fear, pain, coercion and humiliation, and each time I worry if I'm hurting you too much..."

"Don't worry. Even pain and fear feel sweet... at least to me!"

"I wonder," she continued, "how much have you written? Our history spans centuries, but how much of it really happened, and how much... you know, was just written as historical background? Like the dinosaur fossils deliberately buried in the ground?"

John waved his hand in the air. "Not much. About ten dozen short stories, written in the course of only three years. I'm really just an amateur writer, unlike the real ones..."

May looked at him incredulously. Her whole world had been created in just three years? And by an amateur? Does that mean there are better Authors out there?

"So your stories... doesn't that explain why they keep repeating themselves, using the same events as a framework for new adventures, the same plot variations..."

"It does." He smiled. "What do you expect? I have not described what is more important, I have only told of your everyday pleasures. As you know, life goes on behind the scenes of the theatre. And as we often say, reality is boring."

"Reality is boring..." she grinned. "Hmm. Yes, I guess life always seems beautiful if you only see the best of it... Although my reality is not boring at all! And this..." she pointed to the hall, the room, the door, hinting at the rest of his world beyond the walls, "is this your boring reality..."

"It's an unenviable place indeed," John shrugged. "My career is slowing down at the finish line, my former neighbours have left, and I find myself living here, in the dull neighbourhood where nothing happens..."

May covered her mouth with her hand.

"Of course, only when you, my erotic dream, appear and lift a veil from my eyes with your presence..."

A veil? It was the night behind the veil, the other side of the mirror, where everything is dark and frightening, while May and her friends played their endless, sweet games...

John poured himself another cup of coffee, his hand trembling slightly with embarrassment. May, biting her lip, looked at him, feeling half pity, half excitement. She knew this plot by heart!

"So..." she paused. "How long has it been since you last fucked?" She winked mischievously. "Wanna reset the counter?"

He looked back in silence. She needed no words to hear his reply.

She stood and began to unbutton his home shirt.

"But... I'm old, fat and ugly..."

"Nonsense!" she stopped to kiss him. "As if I've never fucked older men! You have your special charms, you know!"

And she continued to undress him.

"My penis... my erections don't last..."

"Not if I can help it!" she giggled. "I know how to do it, you've written me like this, remember!"

They fell onto his bed - it creaked underneath them - and kissed hungrily, running their hands over each other's bodies. John ran his tongue down her neck to her lovely little breasts with small, rosy nipples and cupped her tender tits, smearing them in a wet and messy kiss.

"Is that all you've got? Make me want more! Ohhh!"

She growled as she felt him nibbling her nipples, his surprisingly strong hands squeezing her hips and spreading her buttocks...

He rolled onto his back and watched as May climbed on top of him, admiring his wonderful creation. And she saw the lust in his eyes. However older his body might be getting, his passion was still young. The passion that had created her world.

She playfully lowered her crotch to his, brushing the velvety skin between her thighs over his cock.

"Mmmm... Would you erect me?"

"Why do you ask?"

She moaned softly, rubbing her tender labia over his soft flesh, feeling it grow thicker and harder with each movement, feeling the first echoes of pleasure...

"Because... in general!"

And she impaled herself on his hard-on.

Soon they were both breathless, with sweaty foreheads, so preoccupied that neither could continue their idle chatter.

The first round was a straightforward fuck, with John helping her move her hips up and down and May moaning deeper and deeper, trying not to pay attention to the inevitable fact that he was approaching orgasm.

But... as she had promised... It took him long enough to bring her to a powerful, shuddering orgasm. And then he came so hard that he had to collect his cum for years! And yes, after that she had to tease him to get his erection back. For a few minutes. With a helpful lick she made him good enough to do the job. She whimpered happily as he pushed her onto her back and squeezed her into the mattress with all his weight, pounding her hard.

He lasted longer this time, but she still rubbed her clit to make her orgasms brighter.

"Aaahh! Mmm... John, John!"

He rolled onto his back, breathing heavily. She immediately pounced on his softening dick, feeling his cum oozing out of her pussy, and began to lick him clean, making him hard again.

"Ohhh May..." he groaned. "What are you doing to me... The third time in a row... It's impossible..."

"In your boring world maybe!" she laughed. "Not in mine!"

And she rammed his dick down her throat hungrily. He hardly felt like ejaculating again after the previous two sessions. But... the desire to follow the pleasures of his submissive youth was stronger than the weakness of his old age. She won and tasted his cum, swirling it around her tongue like a fine wine.

And she made him hard again. And again.

They ended up fucking side by side as he became visibly tired and May really needed another hot shot of his cum inside her. And this time they went at it in a frenzy, completely exhausted.

Then they cuddled up in bed. It was so sweet, May thought, unlike any post-coital cuddling she had ever experienced... She felt both satisfied and energised, wanting more and more. She pressed her ear to his chest, listening to his sprinting heartbeat as it calmed down.

"Hey! No heart attack, please!" she said sternly.

"Don't... worry..." he coughed, holding her tighter. "Not this time. Ooohhh... May... You're amazing, I wrote you, but I never imagined it would be so amazing in reality..."

He stroked her shoulder-length hair, her bare neck, her tanned skin...

"You're happy to fuck like this, so bright, with me..."

"Yes."

"How old were you in the first sex scene I wrote about you? I didn't specify your age in that story. You're a young adult now, well, technically, but... you've had so many men... The storyline doesn't seem plausible..."

"Well," she shrugged. "We found out that you have a penchant for younger girls. So I must be quite young. But that's okay, I was perfectly prepared for all that! Besides, you made me that way, didn't you?"

They smiled at each other. Then they kissed tenderly.

May looked into her eyes.

"John... I really never thought I would ever feel like this... but... can I have your baby?"

He looked at her in astonishment.

"Are you sure? You're still just eighteen..."

"Absolutely. What's with the age? It's just one word or another. I'll take care of everything if you write me that way."

"True," he replied. "But bear in mind that if I have to change anything when I write, you may have to give birth sooner than you expect. And go through it."

"No problem! I'm already pregnant somewhere in your story, aren't I? Life can get complicated, and next thing I'll see myself with a five-year-old instead of a newborn!"

"Anything can happen," he laughed. "But you're still willing to take that risk?"

She thought about it.

"Hey, someone suggested yesterday that The Author could be a she, and so he may have just as much fun with young pregnant bellies as with young bare bottoms... And becoming the mother of The Author's child? It's the chance of a lifetime!"

He held her in his arms.

"Then you have my child. It will be written. Right after you leave."

"May I stay longer? Or... may I visit you again?"

He shook his head.

"The narrative would not allow it, or it would become too repetitive and boring. You have many wonderful porn escapades ahead of you, but not this one, I'm afraid."

"Pity..."

They kissed some more. Then she made him hard again, and they made the most of it.

***

"Life is strange," she thought as she walked back down his street to the threshold of her world. "But good."

The day sun was hotter, there were more people on the streets, and some girls were even bold enough to show a bit of their bellies. May chuckled, fighting the urge to take off her stripes and finish the walk naked. They would have a sight to remember!

Then, with one last step, she was back in the West Quarters, with it's familiar sounds and smells, and more or less exposed people around her. May laughed, took off her clothes and walked home naked. She was not the only one to do so. Everyone was enjoying the warmth and the sights.

The apartment was empty. Tina was not back yet. May lay down on the bed, stretched out her limbs, hugged the pillow and lost herself in her thoughts.

"What a dream! What an adventure! What a story to tell!"

She picked up one of the dildos lying on the nightstand and began to slowly masturbate, recalling the last sexual experience: she had missed the details under the wave of emotions. The memory was fresh and so unreal, it seemed... She couldn't put her finger on it, but something had happened, something had changed in her...

As her vision began to blur in the first wave of orgasm, the neon letters on the ceiling flashed:

"Thank you, May. I love you. You won't see any more words from me, but I'm with you. Always."

"Of course!" She laughed and waved at the ceiling. "I love you, John! Write me good and funny!"

And the orgasm hit her.

The Author's address remained forever tattooed on May's forearm. And in time (actually, with quite a bit of flash-forward), she became the mother of an energetic, cheerful daughter, Stevie, who grew up fast and showed some unusual story-changing abilities.

Just like her mother, Stevie began her sex life early, and it was glorious.

But these stories are already written in the sacred texts, you know.