What Happens On Venus . . .: New Adult Group Male POV Romance
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Authors: Sharon Love
New Adult Group Male POV Romance
WHAT HAPPENS ON VENUS . . .
by Sharon Love
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
What Happens on Venus . . . (New Adult Group Male POV Romance)
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Written by Sharon Love
New Adult Group Male POV Romance
WHAT HAPPENS ON VENUS . . .
by Sharon Love
Chapter One
Boasting about my sexual adventures sometimes got me into trouble. Mostly because I had none to speak of. I’d only been with one girl, but I claimed I’d been with three, including my hot milf neighbor. But really my experience was with my not so hot desperate co-worker. Our mutual position exploration was quick and short lived. Everything I knew jumped a level in one night when a waitress named Heather introduced herself and offered to help me out of a jam.
“Come on Leo, why won’t you guys let me chip in?” I said across the table. I’d gone to the bar, after work for a drink with three of my buddies. Well, we only hung out after work because we were on the same development team. Looking back, they were less than buddies of mine. But they were guys.
“You cramp our style,” Leo, the pseudo-leader said. “We’ll see you at the con, but inviting you up to the room? How do we gain from letting you in?”
“I agree,” Dallas said. He was just as handsome as Leo, but more laid back. “How is it going to look to have someone like you tagging along.”
I didn’t understand what their beef was with me. I wasn’t that bad looking. I worked out. Sure I had glasses and kept my hair cut super short. What? I was a military brat. They just never gave me a chance with the ladies. Maybe they were cramping my style.
“Take your costume for the con,” Leo said, attempting to prove more reasons why I didn’t fit in with them. “Who are you dressing as?”
“Captain Cold from Legends of Tomorrow,” I answered. “He’s cool.”
“Oh, dude he’s DC and a superhero. We’re going as The Force Awakens rebel pilots,” Dallas said. “No can do.”
“I’ll bring a girl. A pretty one. In tights,” I said in desperation.
Leo huffed, but the promise of a female in the hotel room seemed to intrigue him. He leaned back in his chair. “Huddle.” Dallas and Mitchell hovered around Leo.
Shit! Are they considering my offer?
I panicked. The only female I knew that could fit into tights without looking like a stuffed sausage was my nine year old niece.
The temporary council dispersed. “I know I’m going to regret this,” Leo said, snapping up out of his chair. “We won’t walk around the con with you. Can’t risk mixing universes.” He folded his arms across his chest. “But we’ll check out your friend. If she’s hot enough. We’ll let you join us upstairs in the room.”
“I’ll be there. Thanks.”
Leo slapped me on the back. “Oh and thanks for the beers, man.”
The three downed the rest of their drinks, slammed the pints down on the table, and walked off, leaving the bar.
They left me stewing in the mess I’d gotten myself into.
Where am I going to find a hot girl? My only girl friend refused to dress up or go to cons with me. And I haven’t texted her in over a year. I doubt she’d help me. There’s my cousin. She’s not really a head turner, but she could wear a mask.
I finished my own drink and considered ordering another. I looked for the waitress, but she on the other side of the bar, so I slumped over the table and rested my head on my arms until she could find the time to come over. Blocking the noise of the bar out gave me time to think.
“Where’d your friends go?” Heather the waitress asked, shaking me to sit up.
“Home. Do you have the tab?”
“Sure. Hey, Jimmy can I ask you something?” Heather sat at the table with me “Why come here with them?”
Why was she asking? Why was she sitting? How does she know my name?
Heather was gorgeous and she was always nice to me. It was probably for the tips. Still something about the way she acted made me want to tell her the truth. I kinda had to. I always sweated profusely when I lied. If that started, she’d never wait on me again. “They’re the only guys I know.”
“That’s too bad. You can do better.”
“They say high school never ends. You just move on to different clicks. Only now whether you play or not effects your salary.”
“That’s funny. I was a cheerleader,” she bubbled.
Of course you were.
I rested my elbow on the table and stared into her eyes. They were a mesmerizing shade of blue. Her brown hair curled down over her shoulders. I wanted to reach out and twist it around my fingers. Just once I wanted to have a cheerleader root for me. She’d be perfect on my arm in front of the guys.
I wonder. Would Heather say yes or no?
“So I overheard. You guys are going to a con?” She twisted her own lock of hair. “Tell me more about it.”
My heart stopped. My mouth went dry. I searched for a drop of beer from the bottom of my glass. Then I started rambling and I couldn’t stop. “A bunch of nerds dress up in costumes. They walk around a conference room and buy props for their costumes. They stand in line for autographs of men who don’t matter. Pose for pictures with anyone who asks and act like grown idiots.”
“Oh.” She got up to leave.
Don’t let her go fool. Ask her to the con. She wants you to ask her.
The little voice in my head screamed.
“Wait.” I locked onto the wrist. My grip was too tight, she flinched tense. “Sorry.” I let go of her sweet soft skin. “Will you go with me? To the con. It’ll be fun and I don’t know if you heard, but I sort of promised to bring a pretty girl. You’re the prettiest one I know.” I tried my best to convince her. She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears. That’s when that little voice started up again. This time he wasn’t so encouraging.
She’s not going to say yes. You’re a dweeb. Why would she go anywhere with you?
“Sounds like fun,” she bubbled. She took her phone out of her apron and set it on the table in front of me. “Enter your number and I’ll call you later for details.”
“It’s next weekend. I have costumes,” I blurted out, entering my digits into her phone. I pushed call and my phone rang in my pocket.
“You’re funny, Jimmy.” Instead of sitting back down, she leaned over the back of a chair. Her cleavage caught my full attention. She quickly thumbed across the screen adding my name to my number “Is space theme okay? My roommate has an alien girl costume. She calls her Venus.” She squeezed my hand. “You’re a superhero. I can be your villain.”
She scurried off to grab a table that’d been eyeing us during our whole conversation.
But she said yes
. I stared at my phone, flashing a missed call.
And I had her number.
Chapter Two
I have to admit I masturbated to Heather’s phone number more than once that week. I may have also stalked her online a tad and used her contact picture as fodder for a few wank offs. But hell, she was a hot cheerleader and I had a date with her. Who’d blame me?
After trying my best to get her address and pick her up for the con, I finally relented and agreed to meet her in the parking structure of the hotel where the con was located.
I recognized from ten cars away. She was wearing a silver and blue armored mini dress. She wasn’t wearing tights like I requested, but her legs were flawless.
“Heather, my Venus.”
“Oh Mr. Cold. Don’t freeze me,” she squealed, palming her cheeks.
“It’s Captain Cold.” I slung my water gun turned hero gun over my shoulder. “I won’t use this unless I have to.”
She giggled and caressed down the front of my leather jacket. “You look good.”
Our costumes were obviously switched. I thought I was frozen. She hooked her arm around mine and tugged me out of my delusional stupor from her beauty.
“Are we going in?”
The longer we walked around the vast room of nerds and vendors, the less I wanted to run into Leo and the other guys from work. Every hint of a rebel pilot jacket in the distance had me turning around the other way. I had Heather all to myself and didn’t really want to share. While I was considering a droid I’d been looking for, Leo caught my Venus in a trap.
“Don’t I know you?” he asked.
I whipped around, but it was too late, he had his hand resting on her lower back. “You work as a waitress at the bar.”
Heather was silent, she raised her eyebrows to Leo, then turned to me and nodded.
Taking her cue, I pulled her to my side. “Leo, this is Venus. My nemesis and she’s here with me.” I was ecstatic when Heather played along.
“We’re more like batman and cat woman. I love him, but I’m compelled to fight him.” She snuggled into my shoulder, then raked her claws down my chest.
“Oh.” Leo tapped his hands slowly together three times. It was a half clap. “Well done. You certainly came through.” He took Heather’s hand and kissed it. “Hope to run into you later. Maybe upstairs.”
She retracted her hand and tucked it behind her back. “Maybe. If Jimmy wants to go.”
When Leo cleared out, I confessed the whole thing to Heather. About how she was supposed to be bait to get me up to the party room, but I hadn’t asked her about it because I was having too much fun with her. “I respect you. I don’t know what they’re doing up there.”
“Could be fun. We could get to know each other more intimately.” She stretched up to my ear. Heather was easily four inches shorter than I was. “I like to have fun.”
Her breath was hot on my neck and her lips nibbling on my ear sent a shiver up my spine. I bit my lip, holding back my next thought, but when she stuck her tongue in my ear, I caved. “Let’s go check it out.”
“Goody.” She turned my head and planted her lips on mine. They weren’t there long enough for a tongue exchange, but still it was an amazing kiss.
The elevator ride took too long and I began to sweat in the cramped space. I took off my heavy jacket and fanned my face. “Is it hot in here?”
“Are you nervous? Or scared of me?”
“That’s not it.” It probably was it. But I didn’t have time to explain. We’d arrived at our floor and the doors opened. “You’re not obligated to do anything,” I said with my hand on the door handle of the hotel room.
“But I
can
do whatever I want. And I want
you
to be the big shot.” She rapped on the door. “You do have a big shot, right?”
I was still processing her remark when Dallas opened the door. He handed us two cups of space punch. “To the happy couple.” He toasted in the air. “Look who showed.”
In the room three other guys, including Leo sat on the bed. All eyes turned from the television screen to the female stepping into their lair. They all looked pretty guilty, four men gearing up to jack off in one room. The tide had turned now. Where were their dates? Had they all struck out or did they even try to bring women with them?
“Is that the real Natalie Portman?” Heather asked, tilting her head toward the fanfic porn playing on the screen.
“We could turn it off,” Dallas said, his hand on the remote.
Leo knocked it from his hand. “It’s a stunt double. Think you can do better,” Leo dared Heather.
“Hmmm.” She didn’t miss a beat and challenged him back. She stood between the bed and the television, propped her hands on her hips, spread her legs, and bent over, exposing the guys to a string of a thong. “Doesn’t look too hard,” she said, righting herself up.
“Fuuuuccccckkkk,” Mitchell, groaned.
“You’d need a partner,” I offered, downing the punch we’d been given at the door.
“Excellent idea.” She pulled me over to her and pressed her hot body against mine. I was already feeling an erection starting. She felt it too and cupped my hard on. “Can you perform?”
This was escalating fast. If she’d snaked her hand in, I would’ve had to call it a day and cum in my pants. I swallowed hard and directed her back to the screen. “We can’t do that alone. It’s an orgy.”
She turned to the screen and watched for a few minutes. It was a typical bad porn flick with too much makeup on the girls, and too much oil on the guys. Cocks crashed into every orifice of the woman in the scene. She caressed my dick while she watched the woman on the screen, who was passed from one guy to another. Each one taking turns fucking her pussy, her ass, and her mouth.
Was she seriously considering recreating the video? Who had I brought to the con?
And was I ready for what was gearing up to happen next?
Chapter Three
When Heather switched her glance from the erotic video on the screen back to me, I nearly shot my load. Her tongue slid from one corner to the other, grazing across her top lip.
