Crazy Seduction(erotica)

He blinked in surprise and his face flushed in embarrassment when she finally released him. “What- what was that for?” he asked, flustered.

“We’re just concerned about you,” Sandy said.

“Is someone going to address the elephant in the room?” Roger asked when he wandered into the living room with a serious expression on his face.

Stanley looked at him with trepidation.

Everyone else just waited.

“What’s in the BOX!?!” Roger whined, pointing at the crate.

It was Sandy’s turn to blush. “Never you mind. That’s just for me. I’ll open it later.”

Roger moaned in frustration while Tish and Dayshia looked intrigued.

Sandy waved her hands dismissively. “Let’s just get dinner served before it gets cold.”

Stanley was quite content to let Sandy keep her secret as he had one of his own that he could never share.

They got plates and served the spaghetti with a rich meat sauce. The garlic bread was hot and buttery and they went quiet for a while.

Stanley brought the wine out of the fridge and Tish cheered when she saw he’d brought more of the delicious red. A bottle was opened and they all had a glass. He thought it went really well with the bolognaise sauce. They made their way through two of the bottles before they finished dinner.

The sorbetto was a cold and delicious way to end the meal.

Once they felt stuffed they all took their customary positions in front of the set and sipped at another glass of wine from the third and final bottle while Sandy got the movie playing.

Then it was all Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Stanley, in his tipsy state, was mesmerized and completely taken with the story. By the end a few tears rolled down his cheeks unnoticed by him but Sandy and Dayshia, cuddled in on either side of him, watched with a smile.

When the credits rolled, Stanley looked to the others in awe. “What a lovely story!” he gasped.

Smiles were beamed at him and Roger popped to his feet as he glanced at his watch.

“I hate to eat, watch a movie, and run but I told some buddies I’d meet them for last call at a pub in my hood so I have to skedaddle! Sandy, as usual I had a lovely time… even though you never opened the crate. You still have time! I’ll even help!”

“Goodnight Roger!” Sandy said firmly.

“Fine! See if I ever disclose any secrets to you again!” he grumped.

“Is that a promise?” Sandy replied with a grin and got a dramatic look of anguish from the tall man. Sandy got up and gave Roger a hug as she followed him to the door. He waved goodbye to the others and was gone.

When Sandy returned to the living room Dayshia and Tish were standing next to the crate.

“You’re not going to keep it a secret from us are you?” Dayshia said with a grin.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Sandy’s face flushed pink as she glanced over at Stanley who was looking up at them from the couch.

Pitching her voice low she leaned towards her two girlfriends. “It’s about that recurring s-e-x dream I mentioned,” she whispered.

“Oh my god! Now I have to see it!” Dayshia gasped oblivious to Sandy’s embarrassment.

Tish’s eyes were twinkling with excitement as well. Sandy tilted her head towards the living room and Dayshia snorted dismissively. “He doesn’t know the context. To him it’ll just be art!”

“Should I leave?” Stanley said, picking up Sandy’s embarrassment but not knowing the cause.

“NO! I mean no, it’s fine. It’s just a sculpture I saw online and ordered. It caught my fancy,” she said hurriedly.

Dayshia snorted as she’d heard about the dreams and knew it had caught her friends ‘fancy’ in a big way. She was dying to see this dream in three dimensions. She rushed into the kitchen and looked in the bottom drawer to get the screwdriver and a small hammer Sandy used to hang pictures. She held the tools up to Sandy.

“Fine!” Sandy said in exasperation, taking the tools from her grinning friend’s hands.

They braced the crate as she pried open one side of the box.

Stanley was standing, watching the front of the crate slowly open as he sipped the remains of his wine. He was feeling a pleasant buzz and smiled at the excitement on their faces. The side panel suddenly fell away and packing peanuts poured out of the box. There, inside, standing 24″ tall, was a replica of him.

In Satyr form.

Stanley’s last swallow went down the wrong pipe then up his nose as he gasped and went into a coughing fit. Tish immediately came to his aid with a bunch of napkins and guided him to the washroom. He went inside and closed the door. He did his best to clear the wine from his lungs and nose. He managed to miss getting wine on his clothes so he looked at his bleary eyes in the mirror and pulled his shoulders back. Showtime.

Exiting the bathroom, he saw three different expressions from three different women. Tish just smiled as she looked amused. Dayshia’s expression was thoughtful as if she was trying to determine why he’d reacted as he had.

It was Sandy’s expression that gave him pause. She looked… hurt. Defensive. He wasn’t sure where that was coming from.

“My apologies, I swallowed the wine down the ol’ windpipe,” he said apologetically. He made his way back to the front of the crate and saw they’d brushed away the rest of the packing material. The statue was fully on display including the oversized penis in full erection.

“What is it?” he asked as it seemed like a safe way to start.

“It’s a Faun,” Sandy said, still a little defensive.

“Satyr?” Stanley blurted, unconsciously correcting her then bit his tongue.

“Two names for the same thing, I think. One’s Greek and one’s from the Romans,” Tish replied as she admired the sculpture.

Stanley made a show of looking around at the other art in the room. “I didn’t know you were interested in ancient myths?” he said with a voice he was sure sounded wobbly and thin. Thankfully they either didn’t notice or put it down to his earlier coughing fit as they all turned their eyes back the sculpture.

“I think it’s lovely!” Tish said.

“He’s very… excited,” Dayshia grinned.

Sandy looked unhappy or dissatisfied. “It’s not… right.”

“Oversized for sure,” Dayshia agreed.

Stanley was looking at the sculpture and the hair on the back of his neck was rising. He was seeing where the artist got it right… and wrong. It was a little mesmerizing.

“No, the horns. He got them wrong. They shouldn’t be short and pointy like that. They should be like… like…” Sandy struggled.

“Ram horns,” Stanley muttered in a daze and three sets of eyes turned to lock on him.

Sandy took three quick steps and grabbed his arms as her eyes searched his. “YES! Yes, that’s it! Have you seen it too?”

Stanley blinked at her, cursing inwardly. “Seen it? It’s a myth! They don’t really exist!” he babbled.

“I know that! I know! I mean, where did you see a faun with the ram horns? I’ve been seeing him in my dreams almost every night for over a week! I need to know where I saw him originally!” she gasped as she clung to him fiercely.

“I- I don’t- I can’t recall,” he stammered under her intense stare.

Her frustration boiled up and she growled as she spun quickly to stare at the statue. Her long hair swung up and hovered like a slow-motion blonde cloud. Tish and Dayshia stared with wide eyes as the nimbus floated behind their friend’s head. Wanting to hide its odd behavior Stanley instinctively reached his right hand deep into the mass of floating hair as her friends yelped and grabbed his arms to stop him from touching what must be a huge static charge.

Instead of a snap, crackle, pop, or any other violent effect, the hair quickly coiled itself around his arm. A wave of delicious sparks shot up his arm and chased through every nerve. His head snapped back, his eyes closed, and his mouth dropped open as his face flushed.

Facing away, Sandy sucked in a quick breath and moaned as intense tingles cascaded from her scalp down through her body right to her toes. The image of the Satyr from her memory surged into her mind and she gasped as she could almost feel his breath on her neck.

Tish and Dayshia were caught in the feedback from Stanley and both felt their bodies flash through an exquisite bliss.

Sated, Sandy’s hair relaxed and slid away from Stanley’s arm, breaking the connection.

“Oh… oh my… god! What was that?” Tish sighed happily as the residual tingles faded slowly. She dropped her grip on Stanley’s arm and rubbed at her tingling nose.

Dayshia pulled her hand back quickly from his other arm and looked back and forth between Sandy and Stanley in confusion. An image had flashed in her mind and she was having trouble figuring out where it came from. She turned her head to examine the statue once more. She froze when she realized how much it didn’t match the picture in her mind. She saw the essential wrongness of it.

Stanley was wobbling on his feet. He rubbed at his face with his hands then looked down to see he was tenting his pants badly. Glancing at the others and catching Dayshia’s troubled look he discretely lowered his hands to cover himself.

“You felt that too, Stanley?” Tish purred. She’d seen the evidence.

Sandy turned to face him and saw his cheeks had gone bright pink.

“I- I think I’ll head home now. I had a lovely time tonight,” he said with a rough voice.

“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Sandy asked and bit her lip.

The sight of that went straight to Stanley’s cock so he shook his head and eased around the three women. They followed him to the door. When he turned to say goodnight, Tish stepped up and took his face between her hands and kissed him. She was a great kisser. She released him and he had to brace himself against the wall.