Marie just left the coffee shop, happy to have finished the 8 hours of work that felt quite boring. Boring meant bad business, but it was good for her to have an easy day. Outside, it was warm and smelled like cinnamon, but she also sensed a strong, erotic fragrance. Sweet and heavy, raw and passionate. The softly spoken "Hey, beautiful" made her turn around, and she suddenly remembered how she knew that smell of figs and oriental spices. It was Angie. Elegant and mysterious as always.

Marie asked her what she was doing in this part of the town, and Angie simply said she had some errands to do, then realised how close it was to the coffee shop and decided to meet up.

"You look like you deserve some relaxation, some little fun. Come with me to this bar I love. A cocktail and some dancing would do you wonders!"

In that moment, when the question was made, Marie had a strange feeling, as three choices appeared in her mind. As if it were an exam at her University.

1. Politely decline and go home to Mark.

2. Ask for a ride home instead.

3. Go with her. You deserve it!

She realised that it was something that happened to her more and more lately. Perhaps her mind was becoming more analytical, more focused. Or maybe it was her barista job insinuating itself into her daily life. She felt like going home to Mark, but something inside her had already decided on choice 3. Like an invisible force dragging her outside her comfort zone. She simply said yes with an open smile and got in the expensive car. An evening with her boyfriend would have been nice; he usually liked to cook, and she could enjoy that series she loved so much. In the morning, before he left to work, he promised her a surprise, and she kept wondering whether he bought the toy he had been teasing her about for days. But Angie meant a little adventure, and she kind of needed it.

All these past months looked like more and more like an invisible stage, and she felt like its star. As life kept offering her more and more opportunities, more and more choices. Julian started to appear at her coffee shop lately, more than two years after he broke her heart by going after some rich milf. Now he flirted, like he always did, with his unbelievable charm. His voice still made her legs weak. She didn't encourage him, but nor did she plainly refuse him. It felt so harmless and so nice to feel desired.

Mike, on the other hand, her colleague at the gym, didn't seem harmless at all. Tall, athletic, and always insinuating about his sexual performance. He invited her to a famous club for dancing, adding with a dirty look that she “wouldn’t be able to walk for days” afterwards. She felt the raw attraction for his unapologetic masculinity, but hated his total lack of style. He turned him down, but felt these offers would continue to appear.

Even Mark seemed to want to expand their sex life in a way she didn't expect. Less than a month ago, she chose to agree to his idea of filming them having sex. A week later, she was alone in the kitchen and started to masturbate using it.

Marie met Angie at University. She was a few years older than Marie, and at that time she dated Lucas, a colleague of hers. Angie and Lucas broke up eventually, but the two girls kept seeing each other quite often. One day, Angie confided in Marie that she was a trans woman. It was not a big secret, but she liked to share that only with the people she trusted most. That made Marie feel special, almost like a chosen one.

Now, as Angie kept her eyes on the busy road, Marie felt her eyes wandering over her body. Especially her round breasts, pushing through the blouse's generous cleavage. But more than that, Angie impressed her with her cultured way of speaking, her wide knowledge of so many subjects like art or literature, politics, even sports. She felt bad and ashamed not being able to keep up with this elevated conversation. It was frustrating to be able to discuss only shoes, nail polish or earrings. And of course men.

On that subject, Angie simply asked why Mark had so little time for her.

"Well, he has to work a lot", Marie said.

"You need money, I guess. I think it was you who suggested that he work more, no?"

"I don't really remember. Maybe I did. Does it matter?"

"Not really, as long as it is not a problem for your relationship."

Marie didn't respond. They had just arrived in front of the bar, and Angie invited her to share a drink. She insisted it was her treat and chose two expensive cocktails. Marie observed how the bartender looked at Angie. It was more than gratitude after her generous tip; clearly, it was sexual attraction. Lately, she craved that feeling, that hungry look in the eyes of a man.

"You know, Mark looked at me like this when we first met."

"I don't blame him. You are very attractive."

"Thank you! But not as much as you, honey! With these gorgeous legs of yours, and that round small ass that begs to be adored."

"Stop! You make me blush!"

"I'd love to see you really blushing!"

"You will if you keep flirting."

"Oh, did Mark ever tell you he flirted with me?"

"I don't believe you! You are teasing me, no?"

"Me, teasing you? Never! Don't you think I'm his type of girl? You'd be surprised!"

Marie's mind went back a couple of weeks, when, after their usual run, Angie invited her to her apartment to shower. Marie went first, and then Angie. It was a strange moment, but somehow Marie felt the urge to peek through the slightly open door. It was as if two voices were fighting in her mind.

1. Peek inside.

2. Close the door.

Despite her nature, she chose the first one. Or maybe that was her nature, and she lied to herself that it was not. The image came back now, as it had many times since that moment. Angie looked so beautiful. The steam on the glass was too little to hide her body as she turned towards her. Angie saw Marie in the doorway, frozen like a deer caught in the lights, and smiled as she turned back to finish washing. Out of the shower, Marie tried to excuse herself, but Angie stopped her with a smile, saying there was no need to talk about it.

Angie was attractive in her sophisticated way. She couldn't deny that. And yes, maybe Mark found her attractive, but she was surprised to hear Angie insinuate the reason why he would. That beautiful cock of hers. She was convinced that Mark didn't know about that. She didn't tell a soul, and it was hard for her to imagine Mark guessing on his own.

A day after that shower scene, Marie felt guilty and sent a phone message to Angie.

"You have a wonderful body. Sorry for my curiosity."

The reply came soon: "Don't worry, little bunny! It was a simple accident. Is not like you didn't know about it. Nor are you the first to see me naked."

Then Marie felt a new idea taking over. To send Angie a nude. To make things less awkward, she thought. The question had clearly several answers:

1. Send Angie an artistic nude.

2. Politely end the conversation.

3. Take the selfie. You could send it to someone else later.

Choice 1 appeared to be the natural one without thinking about it. Fresh out of the shower, all naked, Marie licks a pink lollipop and glances back over her shoulder. She tries several takes and finally decides on one. The message came immediately.

"Thank you!"

Another memory sprang to mind as Angie called the bartender to ask for a new recommendation of his delicious cocktails. Last week, over coffee in the park with her friend Alice, as she complained about bad dates, she asked what Marie would value most in a man - his financial situation, his love and devotion, or his sexual skills.

She was surprised to answer that good sex was the best quality, like somebody had decided her answer already. She laughed it off like a joke. They both laughed, but it was not like her. She felt that her personality had slowly begun to adapt to the city. Maybe it was that lingering image of Angie naked, or something rooted deep inside her, or maybe external influence that she could not explain.

Now, here over cocktails, Angie continued to charm Marie with her natural femininity mixed with a confidence and assertiveness that she rarely found in men.

"Your boyfriend is very cute. I like him."

"Yes, he is. Is true."

"He looks a little reserved from a distance, but I'm sure he gets to be very tender and passionate."

"You are very observant, I see."

"My feminine intuition!"

"I'm curious, what kind of men do you like?"

"Well, I prefer the ones who know what they want and are not afraid to ask for it."

"I know, the dominant ones", said Marie with a voice that suggested agreement.

"I like a man who takes control, pins me down, fills me up as his hands squeeze my tits and his tongue is deep in my mouth. I love when he comes deep inside! And, no, he doesn't need to be dominant; he needs to want me, even if he desires only my girlcock."

It wasn't the first time they talked about sex, but it was the first time Angie was so direct about it, and she felt that was intentional. Marie took a sip of her cocktail and avoided interrupting her.

"I mean, I hate those hypocrites. Like Lucas was. You want me to fuck your ass; just say it. I love offering a man pleasure! But don't pretend it's something that I need."

Marie waited, feeling she had hit a sensible point, and Angie continued:

"I find myself attracted to all kinds of men, but lately a very cute girl caught my eye."

"Is that so?"

"And I think she likes me back. Now, I'm curious: what's her biggest fantasy?"

This took her by surprise, not because she didn't have any sexual fantasies, but exactly because she did. More and more, she felt temptations rising around her. Several major ideas sprang to mind as she considered which to choose:

1. Sex in public or somewhere I might get caught.

2. Being tied up. Completely at someone else’s mercy.

3. Being the one in control.

4. A fairy tale wedding.

5. Watching porn with Mark. The kind she loved, where there are more than two people.

She answered that she has several fantasies, but in this moment, now, she thought about sharing some of her favourite erotic clips with Mark. She felt a special pleasure watching a woman getting pleasured by two or more people, men or women; it mattered little.

"I feel there are more. What would be another one?"

The choices updated in her mind, and she indicated being tied up as one of her fantasies. Angie kept silent and checked her phone for any messages without saying anything.

The music became louder, and Angie started to dance, inviting Marie to join her. It was a small group of people, but little by little it grew into a good crowd. The music was fun, and Marie enjoyed dancing next to Angie. Two friends enjoying a night out. But a feeling that it was more than that started to grow inside her. The time flew by, and she only realised how late it was when Mark called. She didn't answer, and again, her mind opened up like a menu.

1. It's late. You could crash at Angie's place.

2. Ask Angie to take you home.

3. Take a cab and go home now.

Marie felt like choosing option number 3, but that option transformed before her eyes.

1. It's late. You should crash at Angie's place.

2. Ask Angie to take you home.

3. This option is no longer available for you.

Marie was surprised, but she did not challenge that abrupt change. A few moments later, she chose between the two of them. She should go home or to Angie's apartment. It was just a few minutes away, she thought. It could take her at least an hour to get home, and she felt quite tired. Mark will surely be asleep by then anyway.

She approached Angie and told her she felt it was getting late. She agreed, but asked for another half an hour to finish her drink and to have the chance of a proper dance with her. She took Marie's hand and got her close to dance a slow, sensual bachata. They moved in perfect harmony, like their bodies already knew each other. As the song was near its end, Angie leaned forward and softly kissed Marie's neck, lips brushing the skin before reaching her lips. It was short. But enough to stir poor Marie deep inside. Marie's hands gently caressed Angie's breasts, fondling them just enough to have her gasp. Then her hand went down, drifting over her belly and then brushing over the bulge in her pants.

Angie smiled and asked:

"Would you like to feel that better?"

"Maybe I don't!"

"OK, my little bunny. It is time to go, as you said; you got an early morning shift."

"Yes, we should go."

The road to Angie's apartment was short and charged with an unspoken tension, as they pretended nothing had happened in the bar. Marie looked at her phone. A message from Mark. He saw Angie's social media post with them enjoying cocktails and wished her to have fun. She just sent back a heart emoticon.

Once inside the apartment, Angie invited her to relax on the couch as she put on some Astrud Gilberto. Then she emerged from the kitchen with a big box of Belgian chocolates, knowing they were Marie's favourites. As Marie tasted hers first, Angie took her phone and said:

"I'm calling Mark to tell him you are spending the night here."

Marie started to protest, but she had already pushed the green button.

"Hello, Mark. Marie is with me at my place. We had a couple of drinks after work, and she is quite tired. I didn’t want her taking a cab alone like that. She was too embarrassed to call you herself. Also, she doesn't know I have your number. So, maybe this call stays between us? Our little secret."

She put the phone down and sat near Marie. Her hand landed on her thigh as she tasted a chocolate.

"Do you want me to ask him to come over? To rescue you?”

Marie’s mind opened into the familiar menu mode, as if this question implied something deeper.

1. No. This is our little secret.

2. Yes, invite Mark over.

3. Let Angie decide.

4. Excuse yourself and go to sleep in the other room.

The ever-present fork in the road. Marie was prepared to decide, but seconds later an image took over.

"Thank you for supporting the game. The new update will be available soon for only 9.99 euros."

Marie froze as the young man finished his game. He liked these types of games; it wasn't about winning. It was no competition; it was about playing. Now he started a new one, a mix of eroticism and fantasy.

Usually, after a month or so, Marie's adventure would continue.