“My name is Olivia. Olivia Torres, to be precise.” She said with a smile. A moment later, she continued. “What about yours?”

Huh... My name. That’s one complicated thing.

My grandfather was hellbent on naming me Tian, to commemorate his ancestor. And it was a name that I was, as of right now, recorded by in the clan tree. Hm, I wonder if there was a way to capitalize on this info? Not like I could just go and meet the head of one of the Three Families. This thought made me wonder if even Bella had contacts high enough to do that. Otherwise, it was a useless piece of knowledge, to put it simply.

My father, the black sheep of the family, was hellbent on naming me however else possible, except the above. Preferably something western and ambitious. In the end, he settled on Michael, after reading somewhere that it was supposed to mean 'who is like God'. As for my family name, he used my mother’s, or so I was told. Roah. Michael Roah, the current name in my ID.

On a side note, I heard that my grandmother wanted to name me Shinji, so I would be a genuine person. Considering everything, maybe they should’ve gone with her suggestion in the end.

And, of course, this piece of information landed into my hands too late to be of any real use in my first round. Except using the names as a throw-away pseudonyms for one-night stands and jobs of certain kind. Huh. Now that I think, weren’t there more people who knew me as Shinji or Tian, than Michael Roah? Don’t even want to think about all the proper fake IDs I was using half of the time.

So… which one should I tell her? What a dilemma. Should I decide it by coin toss?

While I was agonizing over something so absolutely worthless, Olivia gave me a helping hand.

“You know. If you really don’t want to tell me, I can always just call you honey.” She sounded a little dejected, reading too much into my silence. “I will most likely default to it anyway. But not having a name to cry out while having sex was very annoying.”

Huh. This was an interesting argument. I imagined her misnaming me in the middle of the deed…

“Michael,” I said after my inner cringe subsided a bit. “Michael Roah. Nice to meet you, Olivia.”

***

“Honey.” I heard the voice from above. She actually decided to call me that, go guess why.

I made a noncommittal sound, acknowledging that I was listening. My current state would have only been described as peaceful meditation. Almost nirvana, or something very close to it. By all accounts, I wasn’t doing anything special. Just a simple lap pillow. But, for some reason, I had no grim musings, no double guessing my current actions or thoughts. Only pure bliss, comfort and content. A long forgotten feeling for me, happiness. Not even I could say what exactly made me feel like this. The act itself? The person? Something else altogether?

“Can I take some pictures with you?” Said the beauty, whose lap I was currently occupying.

“Why?” I willed a part of myself out of the daydreaming state to say this.

“I want to show off my new boyfriend to my friends. Um. I mean…” She hesitated for a moment, most likely thinking if she should continue or not.

“Sure,” I decided to interrupt her. “Do you want me to do something specific? If you desire to flex upon them, I should have some pretty great stuff for exactly that purpose in my closet. If it’s not enough, give me some time. I will ask around to organize some props.”

I put some thought into her request. Huh, I am looking a bit too young for the proper 'status' angle here, should I go with 'kitsch' or 'casual but classy'?

“You don’t mind?” Olivia asked, as if she couldn’t quite believe her ears.

“Why should I? As long as you adhere to the conditions, it’s of no consequence to me if you wish to treat me like your boyfriend, lover, sugar daddy, or whatever else,” I assured her. “If anything, being treated like a boyfriend by someone like you sounds like a good time to me.”

My pillow moved slightly, and a moment after, I felt a touch of soft lips upon mine. The kiss wasn’t a deep one of passion and lust, more of a quick peck, accompanied by a soft melodious giggle. Another addition to the growing collection of pleasant surprises from this beauty. The first one was followed by a second, then by a third. Damn tease.

Another light kiss made me open my eyes. Well, here goes my zen. The first thing I saw were a pair of already familiar light-brown orbs right in front of me. Followed by a brilliant smile on a pretty face. Olivia noticed my stare immediately, and mischief in her own gaze doubled. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered her face for another kiss. This time a deeper one.

A few more of those later, and what started as a light tease grew into a full-blown make out session. One thing followed another, and I found myself on top of this pretty girl. My old t-shirt, her makeshift dress, long since turned into a great likeness of a scarf, showing me her gorgeous body in its full glory. I broke the kiss and took a good clear look at her form.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Now, when I was fully sober and not as influenced by sheer lust, it was a great chance to learn even more about the object of my current interest. I was really looking forward to discovering all the places that will make her tick. How sensitive she actually was? What about her neck, back, arms, legs, body, breasts? So many new things to experiment with.

***

This didn’t make sense to me. Like at all. For someone in her line of work, especially coupled with how much she apparently liked sex, she was… too inexperienced.

Olivia had a very, for the lack of better word, sinful body. Very accepting and very sensitive to the caress. Be it her neck, arms or stomach, a few light touches was all that needed to get a positive reaction out of her. At the same time, it was as if her body didn’t know how to properly respond to such a stimulus.

Well, at least her breasts were a clear exception out of this weird rule, or it would’ve been just sad. Both big and extremely sensitive, it didn’t take me much time at all to get her to climax from working on them exclusively.

What really made me sad is the look of surprise painted on her face when my exploratory journey around her body took me to her nether regions. Well, I know she is young, but for fucking sake, were all her partners bloody barbarians or what?

Her reaction to my tongue was a sight to behold, though. After a few initial awkward moments when she tried to close her thighs together at the new feeling she wasn’t used to, that is. By the end of the session, Olivia was arching her back in ecstasy, while clinging to my head for dear life with her hands and thighs. Oh, and this girl wasn’t shy to be very vocal about how good it felt, either.

The last detail was how noticeably she froze for a moment, when my finger not so accidentally brushed against her back entrance.

I looked at a slightly trembling mess of a woman before me. A much more enticing trembling mess than I’ve gotten used to, the first time around. Heh, at the very least, even if I won’t wake up tomorrow, this change was already good enough.

I took off the t-shirt and a pair of boxers I put on after the shower. A few moments later, my arms moved towards Olivia. I turned her on her stomach, and using a pillow, angled her body in a way that her booty faced upward. She was absolutely drenched, and from last night I learned that we were extremely compatible size wise. Holding her hips and ignoring her weak protests, that sounded a lot like 'Hey, wait, I’m too sensitive right now.', I put my relevant parts against hers.

She had her solo fun, and now it’s time for some jolly cooperation.

***

“You are a brute,” The attractive lady who was currently using my chest as a pillow voiced her complaint.

“You loved every moment of it,” I chuckled. “If you don’t remember, we can ask neighbors. You haven’t quite kept your voice down, either.”

“Yes,” she confirmed with a tone full of content. “I certainly did.”

I felt her nuzzling back into my pecs, while my hand played with her hair. It was another moment of full relaxation, a thing still so very alien to me. There were no things that required my immediate attention, no people to meet, no jobs to be done. Exact moment that I hated so much just two days ago. A moment that would need me to fight off my boredom. To run away from my demons. But right now, right there… A miracle, no less.

The room, once again, was almost dark. The bits of light that managed to find their way through the blinders were already dim. Hm, how long were we at it? No idea. Thinking about the passage of time made me aware of how hungry I was, a light breakfast was nowhere near enough to feed me for the whole day.

“Want to order some food?” I asked Olivia. “Or, if you wish, we can go out somewhere instead.”

“Mmm, nah. Too lazy to go somewhere.” was her answer. “Let’s order something. How does Chinese sound?”

I put some thought into her words.

“Why not. Any good places you know?” Once again, twenty-five years, no clue if the places I know were even opened already.

“Yeah, there is one place opened by the family of a friend. Not sure if they will deliver it here, though.” Ah, right, I was currently living in the middle of nowhere. Should I move to another apartment? Guess another thing for future me to look for.

“Offer to pay extra, usually works,” I shrugged.

“Okay.” She made a motion to move towards her phone, but quickly gave up. “Mind if I do this in five… ten… fifteen minutes? Too comfortable to move.”

I laughed and messed with her hair a bit, she joined in after a moment. And another moment of cozy quiet followed.

“Honey.” I heard her voice a few minutes later, after I made an acknowledging sound, she proceeded. “Will you mind if I decorate this place a bit?”

“Huh,” was all I could say. “Why?”

“Dunno. It’s just that this place looks so empty. I would like a bit more stuff here, if I plan to stay here frequently.” Olivia made a vague gesture to show how empty the room was. “Um, I mean, if it won’t interfere with you, of course…”

She once again sounded very insecure for a moment here. Only this time, I wasn’t all that hurried to disprove her worry. On one hand, the perspective of her staying here frequently looked a lot more enticing than I thought. On the other, though, won’t things go awry if I decided to get another woman here, while Olivia decided to visit out of nowhere? After a bit of contemplation, I came to a temporary solution.

“I don’t mind. Try not to go overboard, though, there is a possibility I will be moving to a better place soon,” I started. “As for the second half of your question. To be honest with you, after some things happened yesterday, I’m currently seeing only one other woman, and she prefers our meetings to be on her territory.”

It was a partial truth. Or, more precisely, the version of the truth I would ever be ready to tell her. I had no idea if there were other women in my current life, except Bella, that is. The only way I could ever learn about them is for them to contact me first… Contact… Fuck. My phone was still lying in the hallway, dead as the older-me’s hopes and dreams.

I felt Olivia freezing a bit in my arms. Well, I wasn’t naive enough to believe she could easily accept me having someone else without any reaction. As for the actual reason for her jealousy, let’s leave it for some distant future. Future me, don’t blame myself too much.

“Can you tell me about her?” I heard an unexpected question.