Real Want

By Candice Christian

Rebekah's friend Deborah decides to spend the night at her friend's so she will be closer to the airport in the morning as she heads out for her spring vacation.

The impromptu sleepover awakens a real want in Rebekah, one she was never aware of prior to that night. Unfortunately after their night of passion, Deborah is up and gone in the morning. Leaving poor Rebekah high and dry so to speak.

Spurred on by the activities from the night before, Rebekah desperately looks for a way to satisfy her newly awakened needs, something all her toys and self pleasurement don't seem to help. But, while searching for a place to party that night, and take her mind off her cravings, the website gets a pop-up of an interesting nature. An Amazon named Fancy, advertising to help desperate people with unquenchable desires.

Rebekah debates the wisdom of answering the posting, but succumbs finally and Fancy delivers, right to Rebekah’s bedroom; everything she needs to alleviate her incessant want. Fancy’s cure goes on until the wee hours of the morning, and when she awakes, Rebekah isn't sure all of her time with Fancy wasn’t just a dream.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Dec 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463009673

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Real Want

Candice Christian

Copyright 2019 Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

James Pembroke

Chapter One

Rebekah exhaled as she shut the door of her silver F-150 Raptor. Finally. The Spring Break. No college classes, no work this weekend. And better yet, she was leaving for vacation to Cabo in the morning.

She leaned back in the charcoal grey seats and shut her eyes, relaxing for a moment. Suddenly, someone flicked her nipple through her thin fishnet-covered black tank-top. Hey! she exclaimed and opened her eyes. Her best friend, Deborah, was leaning in the open window, a big grin on her face.

Don't fall asleep, lover. You've got to drive me home, remember?

Oh, that's right, Rebekah said, closing her eyes again. Sorry, Deborah, I forgot. Deborah circled around the front and climbed in the passenger side. She tossed her grey-and-pink plaid backpack in the back seat.

You alright? she asked.

Just tired and thankful that it's the weekend and my vacation starts. I fly out in the morning. Rebekah smiled at her friend as she shoved the keys in the ignition.

Deborah was the brazen Gothic girl at Tisch. She and Rebekah had been friends for years and had both come to Tisch for the same thing: music. They were both amazing singers, despite Deborah's shyness.

Deborah and Rebekah seemed completely different. Deborah had ink black hair and big blue eyes, usually thickly lined in black eyeliner and mascara. Rebekah had golden blond hair and shimmery summer green eyes and was always smiling and joking. However, despite their differences, they were the best of friends.

Deborah often found herself feeling very jealous of Rebekah. She was an absolute babe, with her 36D breasts, tiny waist, big butt, and endless legs. Rebekah was much taller than her, about five foot nine, while Deborah was only five foot two. Her breasts were only 34Bs but for her small stature, it wasn't unusual.

Rebekah wished that Deborah didn't find herself so unattractive to men. She wished she would look around and see just how many guys stared and ogled her as she passed them on her way to her truck. She herself often found Deborah very attractive.

What're you staring at? Deborah asked, blushing. Rebekah shook her head, unaware of her staring.

Nothing. You just look very pretty today. She smiled shyly and turned her eyes back to the road; her pale cheeks