The Sex Convention

by Freya Gersemi

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover Design by ahorsewithnoname

This book is dedicated to AlexFourways who made an off-hand comment that somehow grew into this fun “virtual sex convention” idea.

This book is also dedicated to Figjamkiss. Without his guidance and endless belief in my zaniest ideas, this book would definitely not have been possible.

Thank you, both!

Foreword

What started as an off-hand comment by my friend, AlexFourways, in an online forum, grew into a full-blown Online Author’s Challenge! The idea was that the characters from various erotic fiction stories all converged at a hotel for a sex convention. And, of course, sexy situations ensued!

I was so thrilled to be able to give a little bit back to the erotic fiction community by organizing this challenge. In the end, there were over three dozen sex convention stories covering all types of sexy situations. It’s been a crazy ride!!

But the craziest was that a reader contacted me to tell me that they have been reading erotica for decades and had always wanted to try their hand at writing some. My challenge seemed fun and interesting enough that it inspired them to start their erotic fiction journey!! The reader even called me their muse!! I was so incredibly honored.

Unfortunately, I had to change many specific names to avoid any legal-type issues, but it was as simple as swapping out “this” for “that” and it didn’t change the story at all. So, to all the other authors that helped make my first Erotic Fiction Online Challenge such a success, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Also, this is an Alternate Freya-verse story that happens outside of my main series (the Freya & Friends novels).

Chapter 1 - “Friday”

“Hey, Alex, we got a thing from… EroticLit4All.com?” Freya was holding the mail in her hands, looking quizzically at the pale blue envelope on top.

“What’s EroticLit4All.com?”

Before Freya could answer her husband’s question, there was the loud - and familiar - “thud, thud, thud, thud, thud” of Cynthia bounding down the stairs. This was followed closely by the lighter, more graceful footfalls of Katie. The door slammed open as Cynthia rushed into the first-floor apartment.

“Did you guys get an invite thingy from EroticLit4All?” she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Freya held the still unopened envelope up for Cynthia to see.

“What is EroticLit4All.com?” Alex asked.

“A porn site that Cynthia likes,” Katie answered. “Apparently when I’m not enough girl for her - or when she needs a penis fix and you’re not available.”

Cynthia glared at her fiancee. “It’s an erotic fiction site. It’s not porn.”

Katie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Cynthia warned.

So Katie stuck her tongue out at Cynthia.

“And don’t you stick that out unless you’re going to use it.”

Katie wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes again.

“Hang on!” Freya interrupted the constantly ongoing lover’s quarrel between the two girls, and looked at Alex. “Why… exactly… are we getting mail from a porn site?”

For no reason, except that it sounded like something that he should be feeling guilty about, Alex suddenly felt very guilty. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

Freya continued to frowningly stare at him.

“I don’t know,” he repeated, and immediately realized that by repeating his honest denial, he sounded even less honest. But that didn’t stop him from adding, “Honest.”

“Who cares why!” Cynthia said, finally catching her breath. “You’re missing the big picture, here.” She flopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs and turned to Katie. “Could you make me a cup of coffee, please?”

Katie performed an exaggerated curtsy. “Of course, Your Highness.”

“Frey, do you guys have any muffins or donuts or anything?” Then Cynthia turned to Katie. “And don’t you mumble ‘fatass’ under your breath. We all know that I’m just built for comfort. Besides, I’m sexy as fuck just as I am.”

“You’re crude is what you are,” Katie told her.

Cynthia smiled sweetly back at her. “How’s that coffee coming?” Then disregarded Katie by turning her attention back to Freya. “Open it.”

“But why did Alex and I get -”

“Open it!” Cynthia practically shouted.

Freya tore the envelope open and pulled out a single thick card. Cynthia peered at it from across the small table then pointed at it. “You got the same invitation!”

“Invitation to what?”

“EroticLit4All is hosting a convention and it’s invite only. And we’ve been invited!” Cynthia’s excitement was palpable and contagious.

But Freya was still unsure. She looked at Alex and then back at Cynthia. “I don’t know if I want to go to a porn convention.”

“It’s not porn,” Cynthia reasserted. “It’s erotic fiction with all of the high standards that are placed on all of the greatest literature. It’s very high class writing.”

“For people to masturbate to,” Katie added as she placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Cynthia and a small bowl of cut strawberries next to that.

“Fruit?” Cynthia grunted. “Really?”

“Enjoy,” Katie said with another curtsy.

Frowning, Cynthia took a sip of the coffee. “At least the coffee’s good,” she mumbled.

“But why are we invited?” Freya asked, suspiciously eyeing her husband again.

“Because we’re awesome!” Cynthia brayed.

Katie placed a bowl of cut strawberries in the center of the table, followed by some small bowls and forks for everyone else, then sat down in the fourth empty seat. “Because there are… certain stories on the site.”

“Right. Erotic fiction. Cynthia explained all of that.” Freya shrugged. “But what does that have to do with us?”

“Some of the stories may involve…” Katie’s voice trailed off as she pursed her lips and threw an accusatory glare at Cynthia.

Both Freya and Alex looked over at Cynthia.

“Stories may involve what?” Freya asked.

Cynthia puffed her cheeks out and looked over at Rio, Freya and Alex’s dog, sleeping on his bed in the corner. Without looking back at her friends, she muttered, “There are some stories that… use your names…”

Katie giggled. “Oh, it gets better.”

“Better?” Freya asked, still staring at Cynthia.

With no small amount of glee, Katie urged Cynthia on. “Tell her what Story Freya looks like.”

“Story Freya?” Freya asked.

“Well… she…” Cynthia stammered until Katie impatiently interrupted.

“Story Freya looks exactly like you!”

“What?” Freya asked but it was more of a statement. “Cynthia, look at me.” Reluctantly, Cynthia did. In slow measured tones, Freya asked, “Cynthia, what’s all of this about?”

Cynthia bit her lower lip, then admitted, “Sometimes I write little stories and I use our names… and… likenesses in some of them.”

Freya blinked a few times then took a deep breath and in the same low voice that was really starting to frighten Cynthia, asked, “You wrote porn stories about me?”

“Erotic fiction. But they aren’t just about you. They’re about all of us.”

“And that makes it better?” Freya exploded as Cynthia shrunk down into her chair. “You wrote porn stories about me and my husband?”

“And me and Katie,” Cynthia offered hoping that would somehow make things a little better.

“And Rio,” Katie crowed, clearly enjoying seeing Cynthia squirm.

“You wrote pornography involving my dog?” Freya shouted.

“No! No! I don’t write bestiality,” Cynthia stated. “My stories are cute. And totally vanilla.”

Adding fuel to the fire, Katie piped up with, “Like the time that Alex accidentally stuck his wiener in your butt.”

Chapter 2

Freya’s face dropped. “I told you that in confidence, Cynthia!”

“You told her that?” Alex asked.

“Oh, I tell them everything. They’re my best friends.” Freya dismissed him with a distracted wave of her hand, never taking her sights off of Cynthia. “So, let me get this straight. You wrote stories - intimate stories - about us… and made them public on a porn site?”

Cynthia opened her mouth to speak.

“And don’t you dare say that it’s erotic fiction again,” Freya warned. “You’re writing true stories about my life.”

Cynthia closed her mouth and after a moment, slowly lowered her eyes and nodded.

Freya sat back in her chair. “I’m absolutely mortified,” she said to the silent room.

Unable to look at her friend, Cynthia mumbled, “I’m sorry. They’re just a few silly stories.”

Freya sighed. “How many is a few?”

There was a pause and Freya knew that the answer was not what she wanted to hear. Quietly, Cynthia admitted, “Fiftyish.”

Nodding, Freya repeated, “Fiftyish. That’s lovely.”

Cynthia looked up with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Frey. It was just a fun little hobby. A couple of stories. But then… people started to respond…”

“Respond?”

“People wrote to me about how much they liked the stories. How much they liked the characters. How much they cared about us.”

“But they don’t even know us.”

“But they do. They know us through the stories. They know about Katie. They know about you guys. They know about me. My… childhood… Well, a little bit about that.”

Against her will, Freya started to sympathize with Cynthia. She knew how difficult Cynthia’s childhood had been and if she had written even a small sampling about that, how difficult that must have been for her. And, of course, their shared life-long friendship started to play into Freya’s softening feelings. Three girls being best friends for their entire lives is a pretty unshakable bond.

Cynthia continued. “They know about Katie coming out to me. They know that we all… fool around together.”

“You mean people that know us could read these stories and… know things about us? Private things?”

“I’m sorry,” Cynthia moaned. “But a bunch of the stories I totally made up. Like Katie and me going around to all the malls having sex with Santas.”

Freya looked at Cynthia like she was insane. “That doesn’t make it any better! People will think that really happened!”

“No. No. Readers know that those stories are made up. I call them ‘Alternate Freya-verse’ stories. They’re not real. And I made up a story about Katie being an autistic goth girl.”

“That was a fun one,” Katie piped up. “In that one, Alex -” Then she stopped.

Freya turned to her. “Alex what?”

Katie suddenly looked like a brain-damaged deer in headlights. “Um… We dated.”

Turning back to Cynthia, her anger rising again, Freya asked, “You wrote a story where Katie was dating my husband?”

“Well, in that universe, you hadn’t even met him yet,” Cynthia explained. “See, it’s actually kind of clever. I have these side stories where different things happen that didn’t really happen. Like Katie dated Alex. One where I dated him. I have a story where you’re -” Cynthia froze for a second, and then quickly added, “With someone else.”

“With who?” Freya asked. “And don’t you dare lie to me. You know that I’ll know.”

Cynthia took a deep shuddering breath and wiped her eyes. “In that story, you’re… a woman who… knows what she wants…”

“And?” Freya prompted.

“And… knows how to get it..?”

“And in this story, Cynthia, how do I ‘get what I want’?”

Cynthia licked her dry lips. “With sex.”

“You made me a slut?”

Alex sat up at attention when he heard this and Freya gave him a wiltingly stern look. “Go walk the dog,” she ordered him. He frowned and slunk off to take Rio out.

“You made me a slut?” Freya repeated.

Cynthia nodded sadly. “But I can change the names in that story. I’ll change your name to Delilah or something.”

“And what is it that I use sex to get in this story?”

Barely audible, Cynthia whispered, “Money.”

Freya leaned forward, halfway across the table. “So, I’m not just a slut? I’m a whore?”

Shrinking back, Cynthia said, “But hardly anyone read that story. Nobody liked it.”

“You wrote a story… about me… made me out to be a whore slut? You slandered me -”

“Libel,” Katie interjected. “Slander is saying something damaging.”

Freya gave Katie such a look that Katie immediately decided never to speak again for the rest of her life.

Freya then looked back at Cynthia with the same incendiary fury in her eyes. “You libeled me… lied about me… and published it online for the entire world to see… and then on top of all of that, your story sucked?”

Cynthia nodded morosely.

“Please tell me that you didn’t use my real last name, at least.”

Cynthia’s brow wrinkled.

“Cynthia.” Freya fell back into the chair. “Are you kidding me?”

Sobbing, Cynthia explained, “I couldn’t think of a good last name.”

“Smith! Jones! Fucking Rodrig-anydamnthingonearth-ez!”

“But you’re not Hispanic,” Cynthia wailed.

“I know I’m not Hispanic, you fucking imbecile!”

Chapter 3

At this, Katie decided to speak up. “Freya! She’s not an imbecile! She feels terrible! She’s sorry!” Then she added, “They’re just fun stories.”

Freya slumped in her chair. After a few long moments, she sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that… I can’t believe you wrote stories about my life.”

“Well, you’re the star of our lives.” Although Cynthia figured a little flattery couldn’t hurt, it was also the truth. They all had strengths and weaknesses, but the two girls - and, of course, Alex - were bound together by Freya. Everything always came back to her. In the wild amorphous blob that was their friendship, Freya was always the center. “And now, you’re the star of a series of stories.”

As they say, flattery will get you everywhere.

“I’m the star of the stories?” Freya asked, starting to feel less offended by Cynthia’s stories.

“Well… yeah.”

“What? You hesitated.”

“Well, you’re the star as I write them… But it seems that readers like me and Katie… a little better.”

“Better than me?”

“Just a little. Maybe.”

“Oh. Well, sure. Sure. That makes sense. You guys are lesbians. Guy readers would like that.” Then Freya looked at Cynthia’s face and knew that there was still more. “What?”

“Well, there are plenty of lesbian scenes with you in them.”

Suddenly re-offended by the stories that she had never read, yet had previously found so offensive - and then not so offensive - Freya asked, “What don’t they like about me if it isn’t just the ‘spank factor’ of hot girls going at it then?”

Cynthia winced a little in preparation, then admitted, “I think readers just like our… banter.”

“The way you guys argue all the time?”

“Yeah.” Cynthia nodded carefully. “They think we’re fun.”

Hurt, Freya implored, “I’m fun.”

“In real life you totally are,” Cynthia said. “But in the stories… you don’t come across quite as fun.” Then she quickly added, “I mean, you’re fun. You’re wild. You’re crazy and sexy. And readers like you. But readers like our… verbal sparring, I guess.”

“On a porn - erotic fiction - site, readers prefer character development over sex?”

“And a plot,” Cynthia added, nodding.

“Over sex?” Freya asked. “Over hot sex?”

“Mostly. Yeah.”

“So, I’m the star and yet you two are the… fan favorites?”

Cynthia nodded, trying to hide her pride at Freya’s statement. “But, see. This convention is perfect. You can go, meet some people, let them get to know the real you. The real fun Freya. This will be good PR for you.”

“You know, you should read the stories,” Katie interjected. “You’d like them. Most of them… A bunch of them… Some of them.”

“I don’t want to read the stories!” Freya cried. “Apparently, I’ve already lived them all!”

“Not the slut one,” Katie remarked then immediately clamped her mouth shut.

“Yeah…” Freya sighed. “Yeah. Freya the slutty whore.”

“Come on. The convention sounds fun. I bet everyone would be excited to meet the Real Freya, you know,” Cynthia told her, trying to raise Freya’s crushed ego.

“Maybe,” Freya acquiesced. “I’ll have to think about it. And talk it over with Alex.”

Cynthia smiled at Freya. “I think an awful lot of people will want to meet Freya the Sex Addict.”

“Ohhhh,” Freya moaned. “You didn’t, did you?”

Cynthia shrugged. “I can’t help it. I write the truth.” She then amended that statement with, “Well, unless I make stuff up. You know. Like Slutty Freya.”

“I’ll think about it,” Freya said with a frown.

After a little bit of small talk - nothing to do with Cynthia’s sexy writing - Freya didn’t want to talk about it anymore and the other two were afraid to talk about it - Cynthia and Katie went back upstairs. They were going to spend the day baking sourdough bread with a starter that one of Katie’s aunts had recently given them.

Freya sat at the empty table, deep in thought.

Until she heard a small bark at the front door.

She got up and slowly walked towards the door, listening intently, but another bark didn’t come, so she carefully opened the door to see Alex sitting on the front steps with Rio on his lap.

“You can come back in,” she told Alex.

“Well, I didn’t know if it was safe.”

“It’s safe.” She held the door open wider. “We have some things to discuss.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing - off and on - Cynthia’s writing and the fact that all of their personal lives - and even some completely fabricated personal lives - had become available to the public.

They also discussed the EroticLit4All Convention.

Of course, Alex wanted to go. Spend a weekend surrounded by the sexiest people involved in the sexiest stories on the sexiest website on the Internet? What’s not to love about that? But he was smart enough to keep his true feelings to himself and allow Freya to make the decision for them both. Besides, he had a super hot wife and over the last year, had enjoyed consensual sexual relationships with her two best friends. The horny teenage boy that had become the adult Alex Prossa could never have imagined, in his wildest fantasies, a life like the one that he was living.

Who was he to complain?

After weeks of gentle pestering, Freya finally gave the “yes” answer that Cynthia - and Alex! - so desperately wanted.

The four friends were going to a sex convention!

Chapter 4

So on a lovely Friday afternoon in June, they found themselves on the sidewalk in front of the famed Grand City Hotel.

“It’s beautiful,” Katie exclaimed, craning her neck up, looking at the hotel’s ornate exterior.

“It’s so big,” Freya mused, also looking up at the hotel whose top floor seemed to touch the sky.

Staring into the plate glass windows, Cynthia drooled, “And it’s chock full of horndogs and horndogettes.”

Intently watching a voluptuous woman wearing practically nothing attempt to navigate the revolving doors without much success, Alex just mindlessly nodded and mumbled, “Yeah.”

“Stop staring at that blonde bimbo,” Freya admonished him with a sharp poke to his bicep. “After she finally figures out that she has to push on the other side to make the door work, we’ll go check in.”

“Us blondes need to stick together, but this is really funny to watch, so I’m gonna give her two more minutes before I go over and show her how a revolving door works,” Cynthia stated.

Twenty minutes later, they were in their rooms.

“You know, I wasn’t too sure about this, but I think this may be a nice little weekend for us,” Freya said as she looked around the room and then picked up the printed convention schedule that had been part of the welcome folder.

“Why don’t we start the weekend right now?” Alex asked, pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it on top of his closed suitcase.

Freya put the folder onto the table by the bed and stood up. “Hey, sexy! Come here.”

And then there was a knock on the door between the two rooms.

“Why did we get adjoining rooms?” Freya mused, then loudly said, “Go away!”

The door opened anyway.

Freya looked at the disappointed Alex and asked, “We can lock that door, right?”

“Hey -” Cynthia started, then stopped and looked at Alex. “Were you guys going to fuck? Already?” The look on Alex’s face told her all she needed to know. “Al, you little devil. We leave you alone for barely two minutes and you’re already ready to dive into bed?”

“Can you leave us alone for about ten more minutes?” Alex asked.

“A half hour,” Freya corrected him.

“Come on. Let’s plan our weekend,” Cynthia moaned. “You guys can screw each other at home. There are hundreds of other hotties here. This weekend is all about free love, baby!” With that, Cynthia did an awkward little full-body shimmy that she thought looked pretty sexy.

“Alex and I are absolutely not going to spend this weekend running amok and having indiscriminate willy-nilly sex with anyone that will let us.”

Cynthia turned to look at Katie standing in the doorway. “See, this is exactly why the readers like us better. We only care about sex.”

“You only care about sex. They like me because I’m cute and adorable,” Katie replied.

“Come on, Frey! Loosen up!” Cynthia tried to cajole her friend. “Alex is into it.”

Freya stared intently at Alex, her eyes beginning to smoulder, not in a sexy way but in that bad way that she sometimes had.

“No. I’m fine with just you,” Alex enforced. And then added, “Honey,” just for a little extra insurance.

“Well, Freya, and also me and Katie,” Cynthia pointed out. Then she had an idea. “Okay. So the four of us fuck around all the time, and you’re fine with that, right?”

Cynthia had her there. “Yes,” Freya admitted. “But we’re friends.”

“Okay. Right. Exactly.” Cynthia nodded. “So, what would happen if, say, I find that Alex Fourways guy? He’s a friend of mine. We chat online and stuff. He’s really cool. He says weird stuff like ‘whilst’ all the time and he adds the letter ‘u’ into every other word. But he’s really nice.”

Freya started to speak. “No. This -” But Cynthia just barreled on.

“Now, let’s say that me and Katie and him fool around. Now, he’s part of the… Freya’s Fuck Friends.”

“No! Uh-uh!” Freya furiously shook her head. “I don’t want the next story you write to be about Freya’s Fuck Friends. No.”

“Okay. Fine. The next story I write won’t be about Freya’s Fuck Friends.”

“Cynthia! I don’t want there to be any more stories about me at all!”

Cynthia took a deep breath and in her best calming voice, said, “Okay. Try to stay focused, Freya. We’re just talking about this weekend. Not the future of my erotic fiction empire.”

“Erotic fiction empire?” Freya screeched.

“Focus,” Cynthia softly said.

Fuming, Freya’s eyes shot daggers at Cynthia.

“Now, imagine that Alex Fourways is in bed with us and you decide to wander through the adjoining door -”

Freya crossed her arms angrily across her chest.

Cynthia continued. “And you see us having fun. You start to get that sex addict itch that you have and before you know it, you’re in bed with us. Then your Alex happens to pop in and -”

“Uh-uh,” Alex stated emphatically as he pulled his shirt back on. “I’m not getting into bed with another guy.”

“So, you’re fine with lesbianism, but two guys in bed crosses the line for you?” Cynthia asked.

“Yes.” Alex nodded. “Absolutely. I’m not getting into bed with another guy.”

“You’re not getting into bed with anybody!” Freya scolded him.

“Except for the three of us,” Cynthia pointed out again. “Or any combination thereof.” She smiled at Freya. “Or individually. Unsupervised. Or taking Katie out on a sexy date, and then fucking her. Just the two of them. Romantic-like.”

Freya was seeing the hypocrisy that Cynthia was pointing out. “But it’s still different,” she insisted.

“Okay. Fine.” Cynthia held her hands up in surrender - although she was far from done with talking Freya into fooling around with other people. “Let’s take a look at the convention schedule.”

Chapter 5

Glad that the topic of her sex life had been dropped - or so she thought - Freya said, “Fine. Here’s the schedule.”

Cynthia pulled a chair up to face the bed and sat down. “Read it off, Frey.”

“So tonight is the informal meet and greet.”

“Love it,” Cynthia exclaimed, patting her knee for Katie to sit on. Katie came over to the side of the chair, but remained standing. Cynthia shrugged and leaned back, making herself comfortable.

“So the schedule for tomorrow is - there’s a list.” Freya read, “How to please a woman sexually.”

“Already know,” Cynthia barked and slapped Katie’s ass. Katie sat on the bed next to Freya and across from, and out of reach of, her fiancee.

Freya continued. “How to please a man sexually.”

“Have recently learned,” Cynthia said, looking at Alex and waggling her eyebrows.

“The psychology of desire.”

“Who needs psychology when you have all this,” Cynthia shook her wide hips as much as she could within the confines of the hotel chair and grabbed her mountainous tits with both hands.

Katie looked at her and shook her head. “Will you shut up?”

“Hey, here’s something that might interest Cynthia,” Freya said. “Erotic literature in the age of porn and AI. That sounds interesting.”

“Oh! I hate AI. It’s just plagiarism software. It will never replace the heart of a great writer.”

“And you’re a great writer?” Freya asked.

“I’m a good writer,” Cynthia replied.

Freya continued. “Communication and Consent.”

“Consent is overrated.”

“BDSM for the curious.”

“Not curious.”

“Advanced BDSM Practices.”

“Definitely not curious.”

“Exploring Fetishes.”

“No fetishes.”

Katie looked at Cynthia. “Cucumber Carl in your butt isn’t a fetish?”

“Okay. One fetish.”

“Me with the strap-on?” Katie asked.

“That’s your fetish, sweetie.”

“It’s our fetish,” Katie replied. “But having it in your butt is entirely your fetish.”

Cynthia sighed. “Two.”

“Stuffing yourself with French food - or any food, for that matter?”

“It’s not a fetish,” Cynthia protested. “I just enjoy food.”

“Perhaps a little too much,” Katie said, reaching over and pinching one of Cynthia’s little love handles.

“I’ve been losing weight,” Cynthia pointed out.

“Reluctantly.”

“But still losing weight.”

“Okay. Enough, you two,” Freya interrupted. “So if you’re not interested in any of these things, then why did we come here?”

“Sex,” Cynthia said, stating what she thought was obvious.

Freya looked at her, then asked, “Sex?”

“Yeah.”

“We can have sex in the comfort of our own home. And not spend hundreds of dollars a night to do so.”