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My foster mom, Jackie, hadn't even given me time to finish the cake that Ryan

had gotten me for my 18th birthday before breaking the news that I had to

new place to live.

While I couldn't wait to get away from Jackie, the thought of leaving Ryan

depressed me. He deserves someone better than Jackie.

He deserved someone like me.

A few days later, I still hadn't found an apartment.

I had been completely sidetracked by a story on dilffantasy .com. What can I

say? I was a horny 18 -year -old.

Sorry,

the doors are locked.

It's okay.

Sorry, you're just grabbing my toothbrush.

I have a dance appointment today, so.

Listen, I'm guessing you're not hiding away in here looking up apartments.

Yeah, not really.

Porn can be very bad for you, Jane. It can be addictive.

I'm not watching porn.

I'm reading fan fiction.

Okay, well, don't let Jackie know about your little fan fiction obsession, okay?

She wants you out of here as soon as possible.

Am I that much of a burden?

No, not at all.

She's uncomfortable with... You know what? Never mind.

What?

With how close we are.

Oh. I think she's a little jealous.

Listen, if it was up to me, you'd stay here forever.

Really?

I gotta go. Okay, bye.

Bye.

God, I liked him so much.

And clearly I hadn't hit it very well with Jackie trying to get me out ASAP.

But, if I didn't get to act on my attraction to Ryan...

I was still going to fantasize with the help of a little smut.

Whenever his wife, Katie, was away, he'd always invite me to come over and watch

romantic movies with him.

It always felt like a date, but he never made a move.

Rub my shoulders.

They hurt.

It's harder.

Oh.

Gosh, you're tight.

I'm stressed.

You're too young for stress.

Well, it's your fault.

My fault?

Yeah.

How do I cause you stress?

By liking Tia better than me.

What are you talking about?

I like you and your sister both the same.

That is such crap. Nobody ever likes two people the same.

Well, I do.

Well, what if you had to choose between one of us? Which one would you pick?

But I want it.

Well, come on, just play with me a little bit.

I bet that you would choose me.

Why do you say that?

Because I make you feel things that she can't.

Petra.

Oh, come on, Daddy.

Don't call me Daddy.

Why? You got harder when I said it.

Just tell me that you want me more and I'll stop.

Come on, say it.

What if I don't want you to stop?

Remember you picked these out for me?

Just rub it like that. I love that.

Just rub on my clit. Just rub on that.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

It feels so good. Just keep rubbing my clit just like that.

Press my lips together.

That was fun.

Yeah.

Hmm.

My pussy.

If I could have such luck with Ryan, it would be the best sex of his life.

But part of me wondered if these stories were even true.

Until one afternoon as I was packing up to move into my new apartment, I

stumbled across another story.

This one features Mark, but it was written by Gia.