"Do you think the rest of the world thinks we're odd?" Penny asked as she sat chatting with Simon in her living room.

Simon smiled at the question, and despite its lack of context, he felt confident he knew exactly what it was about.

"If you mean 'odd' because we behave differently towards those we know in the real world than towards those we never will or haven't yet met, then perhaps they do," Simon replied, laughing.

Penny's thoughts returned to the previous week, when an online debate about the 'authenticity' of stories labelled 'true' had united them against what they saw as a dismissal of something they both considered unworthy of such treatment.

"I know my suggestion that everyone in the writing community should pair up, fuck, and write a story about it ruffled a few feathers; that's for sure," Penny replied, finding the idea of some opportunist fun being enjoyed in the name of artistic freedom a rebellion she felt she could more easily support than most she'd ever seen or heard of.

Simon recalled that Penny's no-nonsense manner had been a feature of her communication ever since their paths had crossed in the virtual world, so hearing her champion her cause whilst sitting beside her wasn't surprising.

Simon had intended to continue the conversation, but his attempts were interrupted by Penny's laughter.

"I'm always a little giddy when plans for a new story come into my head. I've just discovered that's true even if the idea's based on something that hasn't happened yet," Penny explained.

Penny was delighted that Simon seemed to realise this wasn't an invitation to discuss what she'd said. The idea for her next creative piece was already taking shape, and she felt that leading Simon to her bedroom, removing her clothes, and pointing to the collection of toys on her bedside table would make her point very effectively.

Once Simon had responded to Penny's suggestion that he get naked too, he joined her on the bed and slid the vibrator she'd passed to him into her body.

"Don't worry, I'm not filming this, and I won't be taking notes, though I might pick your brain to jog my memory for the write-up," Penny said, laughing.

Penny was thrilled to discover that her role as a freedom-fighter made Simon's work with her toy more effective than it might otherwise have been. Her excited giggles also made it clear to Simon how much she was enjoying herself.

Simon responded to Penny's laughter by deepening and quickening his work. It was an excellent call, drawing appreciative sounds from Penny, who already had the next scenes in her 'true story' draft firmly in mind.

Penny felt her body responding to her arousal with a satisfaction beyond the usual. Her laughter grew as visions of disappointed faces flashed before her, and Simon's efforts intensified.

As Penny's body began to shake and her thoughts grew more disjointed, she knew she was almost there. Simon's final flourish with her vibrator sent Penny into a treasured climax, which she greeted with laughter, giggles and a wide grin.

Simon continued with his duties as Penny savoured further phases of her release. She didn't move to take hold of Simon's cock for any reason other than that she wanted to, and did so as she voiced a thought she felt he would agree with.

"This will be one in the eye for the truth-haters," she said, laughing.

"Be careful where you point that, or you might get one in the eye yourself," Simon replied as Penny began to pull hard and fast.

Penny ensured Simon's cock shot its contents through the air, accompanied by groans, squeals, and shared laughter. She was in no mood to stop, so she didn't, and Simon was in no way inconvenienced.

Penny's determination brought Simon even more sweet release, elevating the experience for them both. It was a shared joy that might not have seemed remarkable to some, but Penny and Simon knew differing opinions were exactly what had led to what was happening between them in the first place.

Simon was thrilled that his exhaustion didn't prevent Penny from fully enjoying herself. Penny was equally delighted and only sought to move matters forward once she had savoured every possible moment of pleasure.

"We've got a story to type once you've got your breath back. Luckily, your best shots missed my keyboard, so no sticky keys to worry about," Penny laughed, satisfied that she and Simon had provided more than enough material to work with.

Penny and Simon had almost as much fun putting their true story together as they had when enjoying the reality it was based on. They wrote their tale for their own pleasure and for those they felt might appreciate it.

'My Aim Is True' didn't set the literary world alight; it wasn't meant to. Penny and Simon knew their story wouldn't change minds that were already made up, but they didn't lose any sleep over it.

What matters to Penny and Simon now is that they have the rest of their lives to make stories together. Some will be true, whilst others will be the product of their shared creativity and imagination. They will know which is which, as will anyone interested enough to ask.