LitCon 2025: Conference Confluence

What follows is nother in a series of escapades as told to this writer about the weekend at the LitCon 2025 Writers Challenge. I mentioned earlier that the stories are not dependant an one another, but they do start to come together in this one, so reading the other two provides points of clarification in this one.

I know this is a "Challenge", and I've taken more than one bite of the apple, but honestly, for me the 'challenge' is to have written something worth your time. I have personal goals and challenges to achieve when I write, so I appreciate the time you've given me to tell you the stories. Without readers, a writer is nothing but spilled ink. My hope is that they get even better as we go along, and I hope you find them worth the few minutes you'll spend reading them.

With that, I hope you enjoy...

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The Confluence:

"Nate?... Sugar?" Ginni jiggled Nates shoulder and then gently caressed his cheek hoping not to startle him.

His eyes flickered open, and Nate's confusion dissipated as he recognized Ginni hovering over him. He lifted his head, gently, so his lips could meet hers, "Good morning beautiful."

"Good morning to you too, hon," she said after returning his gentle kiss, "I'm going to meet my friend Anne down in the lobby for breakfast. Do you want to come?"

"So soon? Sure," he removed to covers to show her he was ready if she was.  

"No so fast tiger... I meant... walk down to the lobby with me," she did a double take and fought back the urge to take him up on his offer, "besides, I just took a shower and finished my make-up. I don't want to get it all messed up." Oh yes she did, but pulling the sheet back over him helped steel her resolve. It wasn't titanium steel, it was low carbon steel at best... fuck that, honestly, it was more like aluminum foil.

"What time is it?," Nate stretched and looked around the room, then out the window to see if his neighbor across the atrium was up yet. Sadly, he could see her bed was empty. It looked like it had been made hastily, so she must have rushed off to meet some guy. "Sure, I'll go" he laid his head back in the pillow, a little depressed at the thought of missing her, "gimme a sec and I'll get dressed."

"Ummm, I suggest a hot shower, and brushing your teeth young man. You never know who you might run into here." She stood back up, but couldn't help looking back at the magic she had just covered up. She needed to look more than once. She decided it would be better to walk away; quickly.

"Ginni? Where are we? I know this isn't a writer convention..."

"Grand Ci..." his look made her decide to quit hiding, "Well, it IS a writer convention. I AM a writer, but this is not about travel writing," she finally admitted to him. "This is about what I read, and write, to unwind. Literotica is an erotic website, but don't call it porn. It's not porn. Mostly.... I think. You find what you look for, and I look for erotica. Erotic writing has been around for a long time, and it's what people relied on before photographs, or even paintings... nevermind the internet."

"So, you want me to believe that reading porn, is better than looking at porn?" 

"It's NOT porn! And look," she searched for an analogy, "you read erotica with your brain," she held her hands to her head, "you know, engage intellect." She had heard that line in a movie once, and used it as often as she could. She often conquered writers block with it. "You look at porn with your eyes and your brain just follows along. If a person looks at 'porn' it's just, BAM! You see everything that the person capturing the image wants you to see, and some, maybe many, things they didn't want you to see. I'm not going to call them artists... well, not to me anyway. They are capturing a moment, not creating it. There is nothing left to the imagination. Nothing. It's just all there."

"It is what it is..." 

"It is what it is..." she nodded and sighed, "god I hate that saying... anyway, there are people who create erotic visuals, but they are very careful about what they depict. To me, they are artists. Erotica has been around for a long time. Think back to the great art in history... How many tits, pussies and cocks do you see?"

"None, well... breasts maybe, yeah, ok, a lot, but no nipples; dicks... hardly any, and they're all small. They didn't think about sex back then."

"What makes you think so?" she tilted her head at him, "Think of the Venus de Milo. Do you think she wasn't sexual?"

"She doesn't have any arms... how can that be sexual?"

"Oh! She had arms when she was created. She was broken into pieces in a brawl between French and Turkish sailors... SAILORS, Nate. The arms were never recovered, but the other pieces were put back together and sent to France." She continued, "Why do you think sailors were fighting over a sculpture of a naked woman if it wasn't sexual? Later, I want you to look at the sculptures by Giovanni Lombardi, Giovanni Benzoni, and Antonio Corradini," he reached for his phone but she slapped it off the night table, "I said later... I'm teaching a fucking lesson here... this is what travel writing does for you..."

"Ow! ok. Sorry."

"These are artists that created sculptures of men and women, in at least one case, of Jesus... out of solid marble... draped in sheer fabric, but you could tell they were naked underneath it because the artists included details of the nipples, muscle tone and structure of the human body. Most works of art had to be approved by the church before being displayed, in public or private, so artists had to be very careful in how people were depicted. Yet, there they are. That was not porn, but it was erotic. They left elements of the human body open to the imagination. Just think Nate, in your mother's lifetime... because shes older than me," she added under her breath, "it was scandalous for women to be seen in a two piece bathing suit! Look at what we go out in now." she paused, "and let that sink in."

"As writers, we are able to direct attention to important aspects of the body as they become important to the story."

"You mean giant dicks and huge tits..."

"Mmmmmmm, y-y-yeaaaa, nnnooo, maybe? It depends on the story." she paused, but went on, "To some writers, those are important aspects, to some readers thats what they want... we call it a single page stroker. Look, all I'm saying is, erotica is not porn, and writers of erotica are not sex-crazed maniacs... for the most part... I stay away from the ones who are, so I shouldn't speak for everyone. I'm not saying they don't exist, but... I'm not a disgusting, vile person because I write erotica..."

"I never thought you were disgusting Aunt Ginni. And... and I'm sorry if I ever gave you the impression I thought you were, but... Who are you Ginni?" he asked, "do you use your real name?"

"No, because of our ridiculous society, no one can use their real name." she sighed but could tell he wasn't going to let her get away with just that. "I write as Virgina Cooger. C-O-O-G-E-R" she added and then looked at the floor, ashamed.

"But, your name is Virginia..." 

'No one in real life knows that. I let a word slip here and there so it seems like I'm from the South. In school... in school, the boys started calling me Vagina in fifth and sixth grade. After that...."

"Ouch..."

"yeah, children can be cruel..." she shrugged, "adolescent boys especially, but they are just childish, and sometimes grow out of it. They don't even compare to what the girls become. In any event..." she started to get up to leave.

"And Cooger...?"

She let out a deeper sigh, dropped her head and sat down again, "There's a term..."

"I know what a Cougar is Ginni." his statement was as blunt a 5 pound sledge.

"I... I... yes... I like younger men, as you learned last night, when I couldn't resist you any longer. And you..." she gave him a devilish grin, "you proved it was worth it," she placed a hand on his erection, but removed it when she realized, "I just.... Never thought," she paused again, "my own nephew was such a great fuck," she knew he liked when she talked dirty to him, and she felt it between her legs as much as he did when he mistakenly thought he thought he could adjust his dick without being noticed.

"You Like, younger men? or you Write, about younger men?"

"Both." She was also blunt, "I cant write about what I don't know... Can I." she looked back at him, as if in defense.

"Are you going to write about me? About the nephew you couldn't resist because of his dick?"

"OH! NO, HON, noooo..." but she detected something in the way he was looking at her, "unless..."

"I don't know... I don't know what I want. Part of we would be thrilled about it, but I can't say 'Hey Mom! Look at what Aunt Ginni wrote about me!' can I?"

"Have you ever... asked... her?"

Now it was Nate's turn to be shocked and exasperated, "No. Just... no! What am I supposed to say, 'Hey mommy, wanna suck my dick? Just..." he shook his head and emphasized, "no."

"You didn't ask me to suck your dick either... or fuck you... but here we are..."

"Here we are..." he looked at her for a second before turning his face so she couldn't see the smile on his lips as he remembered the experience of her cumming on his dick, and the mess it made. He slept covering the wet spot she left on the bed. His ass told him a tiny part of the mattress was still wet. He refocused his thoughts to remove the smile. Atrium Girl was still not 'home'.

"Oh shit! It's late! Get my cum cleaned off you and meet us downstairs. I have to go, Anne's gonna be pissed, but she'll be happy when you show up... common go, go, go" she clapped her hands, "my first seminar is at 9 so get moving or, 'no breakfast for you!'" she said in a silly, angry accent as she shook a finger at him.

"OK, OK!" Nate pulled the clothes he had unpacked last night from the dresser and walked, bare assed, to the shower.

Ginni watched him, not because she wanted to make sure he showered, but because she couldn't resist. Nate was a grower, not a shower, but she knew what he grew into and she wanted it. It was the first time she'd seen his tightly mucled ass too.

*A Piece of Cass*

Ginni pried her eyes away long enough to get out the door, but the thoughts of Nate's cock filled her mind in much the same way it had filled her pussy last night. That is, she was overflowing. As the latch clicked closed, she noticed the cute, redheaded cheerleader sitting on the floor a few doors down from hers. "Late night?" she asked empathetically.

"More like an early morning." came the reply, "If I fall asleep, the hangover's gonna suck when I wake up," she paused as if holding something back, "I'm trying to ride it out."

"I love your outfit!"

"Thanks, an ex bought it for me. He especially like the stockings." Cass stood and did a slow turn showing Ginni her blue and white cheer uniform. "He would freak out over the garter and the lines up the back of the stockings." She modeled the white garter and stockings as if she had experience showing them off, but the turn almost did her in. Her head was already spinning like a tornado when she was sitting on the floor. Now that it was a little over five and a half feet in the air, the actual movement almost put her over the edge, and made her empty her stomach.

"Guys love that shit don't they? I'm not sure why it is, but you wear it well and look super hot... Get some sleep, and have fun with the convention!" Ginni turned and headed for the elevator.

"Thanks..." Cass looked up and watched the goddess walk down the hall and thought, "... for showing me which room is his... I'm planning to have a great time now that you're gone." She gathered herself and took a couple small, shakey steps towards the door.  

What should she say? "Hi, I like you cock. Can I to wear it to the party? God no. Nothing like that." No matter what she said... what would he say? "Didn't you see who just left? What would I want you for?" was more likely, but she hoped not. She had to shoot her shot. She decided to just roll with it, knock on the door and see what happened.

Nate heard the banging on the door, barely. He had been focused on the Atrium Girl's room, hoping she might be down stairs awaiting his arrival as well. "Ok, OK... did you forget your..." he was a deer in her headlights again, "key..." he hadn't bothered covering himself with a towel because he thought it was just Ginni. Maybe he'd even be able to coax her back into the shower with him. That thought had made him semi-erect, but Cass watched him grow into his full glory before her eyes.  

The woman pushing the housekeeping cart to start her day stopped in her tracks and looked too. "Towel.... Sir?" she stammered.

"What?" Nate broke his gaze from the Atrium girl and noticed the attendant for the first time,   "uh... no, thanks. I'm good." he had forgotten he was naked and pointed into the bathroom as if to prove he had other towels.

"Honey, this has been a crazy weekend so far, and its only Saturday morning. I seen a lot in the past twenty-four hours, but I'm here to tell you... you are better than good."

Cass watched the exchange between them, her head swiveling from one to the other as she followed the conversation. "Maybe I should come in," she stated flatly.

"If you don't, I will!" the housekeeper replied, but turned her head and continued pushing her cart towards the other end of the building.

Nate closed the door as cass stepped across the threshold. "So..."

"I'm Cass, I'm..." She pointed over her shoulder, out the window, but didn't break eye contact.

"Yeah, I noticed," Nate started to grab a towel, "Sorry, I didn't recognize you with clothes on," and he smiled at her and blushed as he held the folded towel in front of him.

"Well, I certainly recognized YOU..." she too blushed,  

"Yeah, I was watching you too..." he held a towel in front of himself, but didn't wrap it around his waist. I'm sorry, I'm supposed to meet my... au... frrriend, downstairs for breakfast. I need to rinse this soap off."

"I'm sorry. Go ahead. I'm not usually this forward, but I watched you last night, and... you made me... feel... a way I've never felt so I wanted to meet you." she looked at the floor, "I'm sorry if its a little weird, but I'm still a little drunk and needed to talk to you before it wears off. I waited til your girlfriend left because I wasn't sure which room was yours."

"She's my..." he stopped himself, "she's... that's Ginni... definitely not... my girlfriend."

"Oh," she was puzzled, "do... do you just fuck anyone off the street? I know its a porn convention, but..." She wasn't so sure she was interested in him anymore. She'd had enough of that type.

"No! I've known her my..." his words came out quickly, "... a long time. We're... friendly."

"Saved yourself... or is it just part of your game... Dave?" She said to herself, but to him she said, "With friends like you, who needs husbands..."

"Nonono... she was my first... I mean that was the first time, we uh... we've never... it was very unexpected..." he stumbled over his words, "Sorry, I'm dripping all over here, can I...?" he motioned over his shoulder towards the shower.

"Sure, go ahead." she walked towards the bed, "I'll beeeee.... over here" and she sat, in the center of the bed, but facing the still flowing shower.

Nate was nervous, he'd never been ogled before. He'd done it plenty of times, with magazines, not real live women, but it was a strange, almost exciting sensation. He was a bit uncomfortable. At the same time though, he kind of enjoyed it. He rinsed his hair, his eyes never leaving hers, and started to make sure the soap was off the rest of his body.

Cass watched as his fingers moved through his hair, and down the rest of his body. As he started to rub his chest she couldn't resist any more, and lifted her skirt to rub herself. She wore nothing but the garter and stockings under her skirt, and was almost as wet as he was. She wanted to be wet as he was, and started to remove her sweater and skirt. After she unhooked and removed her garter belt, she faced the window to give him an optimal view as she bent forward and rolled down her stockings. She walked into the bathroom, and he closed the shower door behind her as she entered. This was only the second woman he'd ever been with. He knew how to kiss, but beyond that... he decided he would leave everything else to chance, and hoped he didn't fuck it up.

He had been washing the soap off, but standing behind her, he was now moving it from his body to hers. Instead of rinsing off, he grabbed more soap, and starting lathering her hips and moved around to her stomach and up her sides, under her breasts and finally cupped one in each hand. He thought they were perfect, as he rolled a nipple between each forefinger and thumb. He realized that must have been her 'on' switch, because her hips began to sway from side to side in the same way she had danced. He wondered what music she was hearing, and remembered that she was his music and he followed her lead.

Cass couldn't believe how soft his touch was as he felt her tits. He was feeling her; not groping. As his hands moved down her body, they explored her pussy, they didn't just penetrate it. She was overwhelmed by all the things she was feeling and her head was spinning and she knew the alcohol from last night had nothing to do with it. She felt his cock in between her ass cheeks, so she spread them and felt the head of his cock brush against her asshole as she bent forward. "Put it in there baby! take me! fuck my ass!" were her thoughts, but he didn't. "Who the hell is this guy, and where has he been my whole fucking life?" she wondered.

As he explored and caressed her most intimate parts, Nate felt himself getting harder; almost getting larger. She used her hands to spread her butt cheeks and leaned forward. He froze, and was a deer in her headlights yet again. He knew that one good thrust and he'd be exploring new territory again, but he didn't. He couldn't. Suddenly his Atrium Girl spun and was on her knees, with him in her mouth.

Cass bobbed her head wildly, "cum for me daddy, let baby see your cum... let me have it..." her head continued to bob up and down as his cock went in and out of her mouth while she spoke.

"What?"

"Cum for me daddy..." she only paused briefly, "I want to taste your cum...", she bobbed again.

"Cass... I..."

"Do it daddy, cum for your baby girl..." she continued.

"No more interference from you!" echoed through his head from Ginni's instruction last night, so he did as he was told and allowed himself to ejaculate into Cass' mouth, and down her throat.

"OH YES, DADDY!" she squealed, "Thank you! I love being your good girl!"

"What the fuck is that about?" Nate thought, but what he said was, "Oh my god... you're so good" and let her finish him.

She giggled again, and continued stroking him until she was sure he was finished, and not a drop of him was wasted.

"Listen, I hate to..." he waved his hands in mysterious looking circles and made a confused face, "... and run, but I have to get down to breakfast. Do you want to take a nap and I can wake you when I get back?"

"Aren't you going to the convention?"

"No, I... I don't have a ticket, I didn't expect to be here, but I am..."

"Oh, well I have an extra if you want... my ex expected to be here, but he's not... would you like to have... IT."

Nate smiled and said, "you mean more than the ticket don't you?" To which she nodded eagerly.

"Ginni's not you your girlfriend, right?"

"What? no... no... nothing like that."

"You just let her suck your dick and fucked her, so she won't mind if I... cum... along will she?"

"No, no she won't... uhm, sure sure, " but deep down he wondered.

"Then lets dry of and get some breakfast, yeah?"

As they waited for the elevator Nate notice something on Cass' cheek, he spotted a nearby housekeeping cart and handed her a washcloth, "you've got... something... on your cheek, there."

"I know," she said unfazed and didn't look at him.

"but it looks like... like... we just..."

"Because we did, and it is... in fact..." she turned to face him and Nate saw that her cheerleading sweater was very low cut and he could see she had streaks of his cum running down her chest. If he could see it, everyone could see it. The elevator door opened and an older couple started to step out.

"Oh Howard, look... young love." the woman purred to Howard, " do you remember..."

Howard remained in the elevator, his eyes locked on Cass' cleavage, "barely."

The woman took him by the arm, "well, then let me remind you," and she dragged him from the elevator.

Nate was too embarrassed to look at them, but he could swear the woman was saying her boobs weren't as perky, but they were bigger and would get the job done.

Cass was not able to restrain herself any longer and bent over laughing, "this is gonna be SO fun," and she dragged Nate into the elevator before the doors separated them.

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Well, that's it for this addition boys and girls, there is obviously another chapter cumming, but I don't know if it will be ready before the challenge deadline. We will have to wait and see how much further Nate and Cass can go in their situationship. I hope you enjoy the time you spend with them.

Until then, have fun, but be careful out there.