Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... laughed. "You know I'm just teasing."

"If he goes for you that fast then, yes, you can fuck him all you want. I won't want anything more to do with his lying ass!"

"I would never do that to you."

"No, I'm serious. Turn it on. Go ahead and try to get him to fuck you. I've gotta know for sure if he really is who he says he is."

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Luke sat in the food court at the mall. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see an extremely attractive young blonde with a stunning smile.

"Are you Seriously Sexy?" The comedy of the name, when uttered out loud, animated her face.

"You must be Confused." They both laughed.

"May I sit down?"

"Please do."

"My real name is Melanie. You can call me Mel."

"And I'm Luke."

"Nice to meet you, Luke" She stuck out her hand and they shook.

"Have any trouble finding this place?"

"Nope. You gave very clear directions." She laughed. "You're not quite what I pictured—but I mean that in a good way. I expected a writer to look a little more...how should I say it...a little more nerdy."

"Well I don't consider myself a real writer. That's just a hobby, something I do in my spare time. In my real job I fix fancy display cases."

"That sounds...not that exciting, to be honest."

"It's not exciting, exactly, but it's better than it sounds...You're also not quite what I expected. If you don't mind my saying so, you're a very beautiful girl, Mel."

"Thanks. What did you think I was going to look like? I ...

... told you people think I'm pretty."

"I thought maybe you didn't send a picture because you weren't happy with the way you look."

"I'm not. My nose is too big."

"Nonsense. Your nose is perfect."

"That's sweet of you to say. And how about the rest of me? Are you interested in seeing a little more?" She stood and turned around slowly, to give Luke a good long look at her apparently perfect body.

"About that, Mel, I'm tremendously flattered that you would want to fly out here and meet me. But I told you I'm seeing someone."

Mel sat back down. "I know. Is it serious?"

"It's pretty serious. Serious enough that I don't want to mess up what I have with her."

"Is she pretty? Prettier than me?"

"She's very pretty. You're very pretty too, but she's just as pretty as you are."

"Is she older than me?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen. Are you surprised?"

"You do look like you might be a little older. But she's also eighteen. The truth is, she's actually my babysitter."

"Just like in your story? You mean you didn't make that up? It really happened?"

"I did make up the story. It was my fantasy. And then it came true."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

"Lucky girl."

"I don't know about that. But I do know I really like her a lot."

"Are you in love with her?"

"I don't know. We're still pretty new. Sometimes I think I might be in love with her."

"Sometimes? And what about the other times?"

"That's when I just think that she's too young, and ...