As Stefan placed two half-full glasses on their table in the bar, Char felt it was the perfect response to what had happened.
Exchanging frustrated looks after overhearing the doom-filled conversation earlier had brought the two strangers closer and also sparked a discussion about positivity.
“I find people’s obsession with wallowing in misery unnecessarily strange. I enjoy laughing a lot more than dissecting everything, and would much rather be proved comically wrong than correct but miserable,” Stefan began.
After acknowledging their shared outlook on life, Stefan and Char agreed that their plan had turned the day around, although when Char decided to explain why she felt that way in more detail, her response wasn’t at all what Stefan had expected.
“Without sharing our dislike of doom and gloom, we’d both be returning to our lives, still wondering if our views were worth the effort. My plan, before fate intervened, was to go home, make myself giggle in the rudest way I could think of, and then go to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be the day I’d find someone to help me with that sort of thing,” Char explained.
Char felt relaxed sharing more details, though she wasn’t the only one surprised when she did.
“I’m fond of letting my mind wander whenever I have the time, but last night, the foxes were screeching, and I didn’t drift off in my usual way to discover what was on the other side of the door marked ‘risky, but fun.’ I hope those foxes feel thoroughly ashamed,” Char continued with a tone of mock indignation.
Stefan told Char that her description of events made it easy for him to understand how being denied access to her chosen room must have made her feel. Char, however, was more interested in sharing the solution she had come up with to ease her frustration.
“I’d feel more relaxed going through the risky door if there was someone there with me to hold my hand, and scare away the bogeyman, should he decide to make an appearance. Of course, holding my hand might be a euphemism, but I guess there’s only one way we’re going to find out. There might be some wild stuff behind that door, although it could just be things I haven’t tried yet, but I like the sound of,” Char explained.
Despite meeting through a casual remark, something about Stefan made him seem ideal for the role Char had chosen for him. Their shared values about positivity were important, but it was Stefan’s calm demeanour in the face of some bold revelations that had struck Char the most.
Char smiled once Stefan accepted her invitation, but thought a few reassuring words might help. It was an experience she found somewhat surreal, though she knew resolving everything now could be beneficial in the long run.
As they headed to her house, Char reassured Stefan that she wasn’t expecting him to make her dream come true but to make her feel special as she explored what she might have seen if she hadn’t been so rudely interrupted.
“If my imagination has me hanging upside down from a chandelier and you clinging to my hips and sucking my clit, that doesn’t mean I expect you to do the same, though I’m sure the last part might be fun for both of us,” Char explained.
Although Stefan appreciated Char’s clarification, he was left speechless by the example she used to illustrate her point. Luckily, it sparked laughter instead of leading to an in-depth discussion, which had been Char’s goal all along.
Once she and Stefan arrived at her house, Char immediately took her guest to her bedroom. After hurriedly undressing each other, Char told Stefan to kneel between her splayed legs on the bed.
“So, we’re in the corridor, and you’ve been a gentleman and opened the door marked ‘risky but fun.’ There’s a big bed, like mine, in the centre.” Char began.
When Char explained that a mysterious voice had boomed out, saying a ghost from her past was hiding in her fanny and needed sucking out, Stefan felt it was easier to comply than question how he got there, so that’s exactly what he started to do.
“Take that, you brute!” Char giggled as she felt Stefan’s lips and tongue begin their urgent eviction.
“Not as clever a hiding spot as you thought, was it, Ghostypants?” Stefan chuckled, coming up for air, as Char’s body quivered with laughter and arousal in equal measure.
As Stefan’s tongue swirled and lashed inside her, and his lips began working on her clit, Char decided that a ‘risky but fun’ adventure had been a smart choice. She also remembered it wasn’t always the most sophisticated menu that delivered the best dining experience.
“No traces of the brute left behind, please,” Char encouraged, as she felt Stefan’s work escalate to a rush of erotic pleasure that seized her willing body.
More by luck than skill, Stephan’s pursed lips hit their mark and remained exactly where Char needed them. Her squeals of approval confirmed his success, ringing out, interrupted only by her hysterical laughter.
“Finish off that ghost, and biscuits are on me,” Char gasped as she felt herself hurtling toward her desired destination.
Stefan’s final flourish saw him gather himself for an onslaught of kisses, breathtaking for him in a scientific sense, and for Char in exactly the way she had needed.
Char squealed, laughed, bellowed, and shook with delight as her sweetly scrambled brain showed her a clear image of the ‘risky but fun’ sign. It was a beautiful, intense, and unexpectedly joyful climax. Stefan, meanwhile, just kept his lips sucking Char’s clit until she could take no more.
Stefan’s efforts guaranteed the brute was driven off forever, although Char decided it would be wise to do a weekly sweep of her risky but fun hideaway, just to be safe. A wise plan indeed.
Char and Stefan’s half-full glasses of optimism had collided perfectly.
