Silly

By Stefanie Peters

Carla Weaver is a best-selling author who'd never fallen in love before. She wanted to but it never happened.
Working on her new novel, she finds it incredibly hard to write about romance. That's not a big surprise because she has absolutely no idea what this feels like.
She's on the brink of frustration when Louise appears in her life. Before she knows what going on, strange feelings start to appear. Something seems to grow, but she doesn't know what it could be. It feels like there's something that wasn't there before. And as time goes on, she starts feeling odd things she'd never felt before. Completely clueless she goes on with her life, but things just happen and take her to a place she'd no idea existed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stefanie Peters
• Release date: Dec 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005013073

Stefanie Peters

Stefanie Peters liebt Erotik und schreibt aus Leidenschaft. Sie verbindet gerne Romantik mit Sex und so ist es kein Wunder, dass sich beide Elemente in ihren Büchern wiederfinden. Stefanie lebt glücklich mit ihrem Mann zusammen und freut sich immer, von ihren Lesern zu hören.

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Silly

© 2020 Stefanie Peters

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters are 18 years or older.

Table Of Contents:

A New Neighbor

A Pleasant Evening

Heartbeat

Peeping Tom

Need and Desire

Confusion

Apology For Nothing

Epilogue

Chapter 1

A New Neighbor

Carla Weaver was sitting at her desk, looking at her screen, hands poised over the keyboard.

She’d been staring at the almost blank page for over thirty minutes, but she couldn’t get her fingers moving.

Carla was a twenty-nine-year-old novelist, who had written three bestsellers so far. Now she was working on her forth novel—kind of.

Her new novel, which had the working title ‘The Galan’, was, like her other novels, sci-fi based. But this time, her editor Grace had suggested throwing more romance in there because that was missing in the previous books and something her fans demanded.

That was nice but Carla hadn’t much experience in the romance department. Nevertheless, she’d agreed to put more romance in, and that was the reason she was stuck and couldn’t write. Writers block was the official term for her problem—and that was true, at least on the outside. But the real problem was Carla’s inexperience. She knew what romance meant—theoretically.

She’d had two boyfriends in her teeny days, but those relationships had been as romantic as kissing a crocodile.

So basically, she knew nothing. The only thing she did know was she didn’t enjoy being with her boyfriends—at least not in an intimate way, which had led to their breakup.

It can’t hurt if you put some sex in there too, Grace had suggested. But Carla had, the two guys not counted, no experience. Besides, even if she had more experience, she didn’t want to turn her book into one of those you can get from under a gas station’s counter.

Carla really felt depressed. She’d been working on the new novel for three weeks now, but all she had was the title page and: ‘Chapter one.’

Just thinking about romance made her mind go blank. But she’d managed to come up with names at least. The main character would be called Clark. Not really creative because her reference had been superman, who she loved as a child.

The heroine would be called Emma, but that was all she knew about her characters.

Thinking back, Carla wondered if she was defective in certain ways. Back in high school, all the other girls had boasted about their latest blow-job or how many guys they’d laid.

Carla had nothing to boast about. Being laid: two times. Blow jobs: zero. Orgasms: zero. Conclusion: relationships stink.

She couldn’t understand why the other girls had so much fun with the boys. At least they said they had. But for Carla, it hadn’t been a good experience at all. Even now, just thinking about the guys made her stomach sink. She often thought about it, but all she could think of was some malfunction in her body. Maybe there was a part missing? Some defect nerve endings? Maybe. Whatever it was, Carla didn’t feel what the other girls talked about. No ‘wow’ feeling or anything close to it. Just a guy above her for five or so minutes and done. That wasn’t exactly what she needed on a regular basis.

Carla sighed. How could she possibly write a novel with romantic parts? She had no idea how it felt to fall in love; how could she write convincingly about it?

She thought about forgetting the idea. She could just write a detective story without romance.

Carla sighed again. Grace had been her editor from the very start. And she really liked her. So she wanted to try a little harder before throwing in the towel.

But where to start? Ah! She was in deep trouble.

Carla sighed again and closed her eyes. There was no deadline, but still. What should she say if Grace called?

Sighing, Carla got up. She was on the short side, but her body was quite womanly. She had slender curves, small hips, middle-sized breasts and a nice ass.

She had a very cute face, which was framed by her shortish blonde hair. It looked a bit spiky, but she liked it. And her blue eyes were invitingly beautiful as a cloudless sky.

Carla wasn’t the type who dressed up. Especially at home, Carla preferred to wear T-shirts and sweatpants. Most of the time, she wore slippers, but she’d kicked them off somewhere in frustration. Now all she had on were white socks—not exactly sexy.

This is bad, she thought, running her hand through her hair. I can’t even come up with a single paragraph, although I’m three weeks in!

When there was a knock at the door, Carla sighed, happy about the interruption.

Coming! she called out and went to the front door.

A young woman, age somewhere between twenty-two and her own age, was smiling at her.

Hi! the young woman said, waving.

Carla didn’t know her. Yes? she asked shyly, gaze cast down.

The young woman held out her hands, holding a long box of chocolates.

Sorry, I wanted to make a nice present, but I’m not good at it and messed up. I hope you accept it anyway.

Carla looked up. I didn’t order anything, she said with a puzzled look.

Silly! The young woman laughed. It’s a gift.

Carla blinked. A… gift?

Yep.

Carla lowered her gaze to the floor again and said, It’s not my birthday. You are mistaken.

But you are Carla Weaver? the woman asked.

Yes,