Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... connected to a signal again. His real name wasn't part of his email account, so his anonymity was preserved. He wondered if he'd ever hear back from "Confused" again.

The flight gave him a good couple of hours to think about "Confused," even after he'd sent his reply. He briefly considered, but then quickly dismissed the possibility Kyra had written the email. He still believed his secret life as an author was safe behind password protected security. He had no reason to think otherwise. To think she might have stumbled across his stories on the website by coincidence seemed likely too far-fetched.

When Luke got home it was after 10:30 p.m., Kyra was on his couch, fully clothed, asleep in front of the TV. Her book had fallen to the floor in front of the couch as if she'd fallen asleep reading it. In the soft glow of the lamp, with a blanket wrapped around her from mid-chest on down, she looked completely adorable, peaceful, beautiful. Luke had to suppress the impulse to wake her up with a kiss on her perfect lips. He settled for gently shaking her shoulder.

"Hey Kyra."

She woke quickly, saw Luke gazing down at her, and smiled. "Hey Luke. You're back. How was your flight? What time is it? Sorry I fell asleep."

"Flight was good, just delayed. It's about 10:30. Ethan give you a hard time? Wipe you out?"

"No, nothing like that. He was great, like always. More like this Economics book is just so boring." Kyra smiled and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as she ...

... sat up.

"Yeah, Econ was never my favorite either." There was an awkward silence, as neither could think what to say next, yet both felt like they wanted to say something more. They both felt comfort in the stillness of quiet conversation at the end of the day, just a man and a woman speaking softly to each other alone in a room. They had done this many times before. It was almost like they shared an easy domesticity, but this night there was a little more tension. Luke broke the silence. "Can I get you anything before you have to go? A cup of tea maybe?"

"I'd take a beer if you had one...but you don't have one." Kyra laughed.

"Sorry about that. You know I'm not much of a drinker, and especially not if it means drinking alone."

"But you're not alone. You've got me here."

"You're not supposed to be old enough to drink, at least not last time I checked."

"You don't have to worry about corrupting me, you know. I've had beer, and wine, and vodka, whiskey and tequila too."

"I see high school hasn't changed much." They both laughed.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Luke. I'm eighteen and I'll be going to college in the fall."

He noticed she used his first name but decided to let it pass. "You do seem like a girl who's got a good head on her shoulders. I'm sure you're more mature than most. But don't be in a hurry to grow up too fast, OK?"

"What do you mean? I bet when you were 18, you didn't feel too young for anything."

"You've got me there. I sure didn't. I ...