Chapter 3: Rising Action
The afternoon sunlight sprawled across the room, lazily casting golden beams of warmth through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The living room, with its plush furniture, sat quiet with the steady rhythm of their heartbeats. Chris, with his average build and brown hair, sat curled up next to Lydia on the couch, while she laid sprawled against the soft, plush cushions. Her delicate fingers traced patterns over his chest.
Lydia. Her name tasted sweet at the tip of his tongue. God, she was gorgeous.
Lydia's blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her large breasts heaving gently as she spoke in a low growl, "Do you like it rough, Chris?" Chris shuddered in anticipation as she transformed before his eyes, embodying their mutual friend - muscular Nikolo in every gesture, and tone of her voice.
Chris swallowed hard, feeling his nerves get the better of him. "You know I do," he croaked out, clearing his throat to steady his voice. He needed to get into the scene to fully enjoy this unexpected experience.