Unexpected Affections Ch. 34-37

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Chapter 34

April sighed, her heart feeling three sizes too big as she sat waiting in the airport. Her plane was delayed again - thankfully she was supposed to fly into Houston early enough that it wouldn’t make a difference for the recording time, but it was still one of those things that was a real hitch in the day. The heart thing wasn’t about the delay, though. It wasn’t even about the script for the series she was going to do some voiceover work for; she’d been known to tear up when reading some of the particularly good ones, but this one was a little-known, kind of niche theme she didn’t expect to go very far with a Western audience. She was also being brought in to do a few of the different background characters so she wasn’t particularly invested in any of the main storylines. No, the real reason her heart felt three sizes too big was because of the extremely sweet text messages Ollived sent her.

He was her big-dicked, big-hearted teddy bear.

It was still a little hard for her to believe how goddamn fast she’d fallen for him. That first date through the dating app sponsorship had been a surprise. She’d almost written off the experience right off the bat when she saw him - just another fan meet-and-greet sort of situation. Sure, she didn’t rack up the huge lines at Comic Cons like the big actors did, but she did well enough that she was used to the cycle of meeting a new fan, giving them a bit of personal attention, and then moving on. It got weird if you got too involved.

But she’d been open enough, the door almost shut, that she noticed once he relaxed just a little bit, Olliver was charming. And not just charming, she realised over dinner, but downright sweet. And everything had clicked. And somehow she’d found herself swooning over a guy she’d just met, and inviting him to her hotel room, and…

And the rest is history, she thought to herself.

But not yet. Two dates, and two ‘meet the friends’ dates, did not a relationship make. The calls and texts were definitely helping though. And the fact that she could get blushes out of him with basic, honest truths made her grin like she couldn’t believe.

‘Wish you could come with me,’ she sent him. ‘Would make this wait so much better if you were here.’

April adjusted her ball cap and sunglasses, then took a selfie and sent it to him. She was smiling in the foreground and he would be able to see the airport behind her through the big glass windows. She rarely got recognized in public - the joy of being a voice actor and not a live-action actor - but when she did it always made her feel awkward. Not because the initial fan was weird, they were almost always sweet and considerate. It was the people after them, who were just reacting to the commotion of someone famous, that were usually weirder and more entitled.

The hat and glasses did the trick most of the time. It was an oldie but a goodie - she’d once stood behind Matt Walberg in a Starbucks line for almost ten minutes without realising it was him, and when she did they’d made eye contact and he winked. One of those Hollywood moments.

Ollie texted her back. He was at work, but from what she understood he was good at what he did so he wasn’t going to get in trouble or fall behind while checking his phone.

“God, I love him,” she murmured to herself and then gulped hard.

It was definitely too early for that. Two weeks? Not even?

She would scare him off if she dropped the L-word.

- - - - -

“Bitch, when are you back home?” Zara asked.

April snorted and then sighed, letting out a little groan as she eased back onto the patio chair. The Airbnb she’d booked was one she’d stayed at before in Houston - decent price, clean, and the owners didn’t try to nickel and dime on extras. Yet, at least. Good places to book were getting few and far between, soon it would be cheaper just to book hotels again, even for a week at a time.

“Next week,” April said. “Why? Do you need me to hunt down Tracy Scottsburg again and egg her car?”

Zara barked a laugh. “No, I can handle that on my own,” she said. Tracy had stolen Zara’s boyfriend in the 10th grade and Zara had never let it go - not that Zara wanted him back. She just had a bit of a spiteful streak. “I’m coming home to visit.”

“Holy shit,” April said, her eyebrows raising. “Jesus, you should have told me to sit down. I need to write this in my calendar.”

“Ha. Ha.” Zara deadpanned. “No, my parents have been bitching at me to come visit for a while.”

“Well, you did miss Christmas for that thing in Miami,” April cut in.

“That thing in Miami paid my rent for a month and a half,” Zara said. The fact that ‘the thing’ had been a Christmas yacht party she’d been hired to attend as a model, which basically meant being walking furniture for some ridiculously rich assholes, hadn’t persuaded Zara to let it go in favour of family time. “But I need to get them off my back, and I want to see you.”

“Little old me?” April said, using her ‘Disney Princess’ voice. She’d been practising it for years but still hadn’t managed to book that particular gig. 

“Yes, bitch, you,” Zara said. “Every time we text you’re going on about this boy you’re seeing with the mammoth cock. I need to meet him and make sure he actually stands up to what my bestie deserves.”

April… wasn’t so sure about that plan. Not because Oliver wasn’t everything she needed and wanted, but because Zara could be…

“So?” Zara asked.

“I’m home Saturday night,” April said. “They extended my contract for an extra background character so I had to bump my Friday flight to fit in the extra recording session.”

“OK, I can’t be back that fast anyways. I’ll fly on Tuesday, put in my mandated Parental Unit time, and then we hang out Wednesday, and I meet your boy Thursday?”

“Sure,” April said, still feeling that little pinch in her stomach. “And I’ve mentioned you to him, he’s already said he wants to meet you.”

“Oh, he did, did he? Did he look me up on Instagram?”

“No,” April said. “I don’t think he even has Instagram.”

“Really?” Zara asked in surprise. “Maybe he’s actually worth something then. OK, I need to go. Ciao, bella.”

“Ciao, bella,” April said, putting on as equally ridiculous an Italian accent as her friend did. It was an old joke, but it still made her smile. She could do a proper Italian accent now on demand, all part of her job, but the over-the-top one would always be her favourite.

Chapter 35

April sipped her lemon tea carefully, sitting in the cool break room at the recording studio. The morning session had been a little hectic - there had been a request from some producer at the studio to redo some of her lines from earlier in the week with a tweak to her voice. Apparently, the approved tonality she’d been using hadn’t been quite as approved as the voice director had thought. They’d also needed to record a bunch of the Foley for her characters - the grunts, cries and shouts. Thankfully this wasn’t a war script or anything, but her throat had taken a bit of a beating because one of the characters did a lot of sarcastic sighing, and another one had ‘girlish squeal’ in the script more times than she wanted to count.

None of that was really what had her stewing though.

Tommy Lucas was working on the show and recording at the same time. She hadn’t known that until Tuesday when they’d both shown up for their sessions at the same time. Thankfully they were doing isolated dubbing and not conversational work, so she didn’t have to work directly with him. Still, being in the same building as her ‘ex’ who had taken their relationship more seriously than she had was frustrating.

Especially because she wasn’t even allowed to tell Oliver who she was working with. The NDAs were serious even if the show was probably going to be a stinker. The likelihood of anyone ever finding out if she did tell him was low as hell, but if there was ever some lawsuit or something and it got found out she’d end up paying fees out the ass.

So she was stressed, and not able to talk to anyone about why she was stressed except for ‘I’m not legally able to tell you the reason.’ Ollie had not liked that line but accepted it when she assured him it was only stress and not her being in any danger.

Other than Oliver, she had found a new highlight to her week though. Hannah, Hikaru and Margot were all texting with her and making an obvious effort to try and integrate her into their friend group. She hadn’t had an actual group of gal pals in ages and it was wildly nice to have more ladies reaching out just to see how she was doing. They were even sending her little updates on Oliver. She’d gotten a couple of texts from Hannah, pictures included, of him putting in time at the gym. And then one from Hikaru of Oliver sitting at his desk at home, gesticulating wildly as he spoke into a headset.

He was so damn cute.

April’s face warmed a little, thinking about how cute he was. Phone sex last night had been funny as hell, neither of them was really used to the idea but both were willing to try. The fact that he’d wanted to hear her voice and not one of her past characters encouraging him to stroke his mammoth cock was also a major turn-on. She could only imagine what a more degenerate fan would have been begging for.

April sighed, replying to a text from Margot that her day was going OK, but she was dealing with an Ick coworker still. Probably the closest she could get to telling the full truth. Then she asked after how the library was, and Margot told her about a couple of Ick people who made regular appearances that got her chuckling. The woman was funny, with her Southern brashness and colloquialisms.

“You ready to get started, or need another five?” the sound tech asked as he walked through the break room, munching on a burger as it hovered over a paper plate. Some people could eat while working, but she couldn’t.

“Got another… seven on my lunch break, Steve,” April said. “I’ll be in there the second it’s over.”

He flashed her a thumbs-up and moved on.

They wanted to hire Tommy Lucas to play opposite her? Then they weren’t going to get any extra time squeezed out of her.

- - - - -

Your week felt like it had been dragging on forever. Never before had you felt so mired by the passage of time. Usually, you had something you were looking forward to, whether it was an upcoming game night at the store, or new comics coming out, or something else with your friends - IRL or online.

None of those things seemed quite as shiny and special now that you wanted to spend time with April.

A week away should have been nothing. Hell, absence was supposed to make the heart fonder and all that shit, right?

You felt like a hormonal teenager, pining after your girlfriend who had gone away on a family vacation. It wasn’t the end of the goddamn world, but somehow you were left feeling like everything was just a little more gray.

To be fair, the week wasn’t burdensome. Work was work, as usual. Every down had an up, and every irksome thing had a payoff. Outside of work, you attended your regular Game night at the store, and your regular game night online. You also had three more sessions in the gym with Hannah - who kept saying she was really happy with your effort and progress even though you felt like she was punishing you in new and creative ways every time you set foot in the building. 

The weird thing was, at the end of the week, you felt like for all that it had taken forever to get to, it had also been really full. Even more so than usual. Every day, around your other activities, you’d had Hikaru, Hannah and Margot spending time at your place. Hanging out, watching movies and shows with you. Hikaru had bought a Gundam to put together and that had taken most of Tuesday night, and Hannah had hung around while you did it.

Now it was Friday night, and April was coming home the next day, and you were sitting on the couch at your place with Margot watching Oklo Academy, one of April’s less popular shows she’d done in the past few years - it was a gritty rehash of the ‘Hunger Games’ trope, which was actually a rehash of the original Battle Royale.

“So… what’s been going on?” you asked Margot.

“What do you mean? With Jinni?” she asked back, referring to the main character on screen at the moment. April actually played one of the villains in the series, and Jinni’s core rival.

“No, I mean this week,” you said. “With you and Hannah and Hikaru. You guys haven’t let me have more than half an hour by myself.”

Margot gave you a look, and then sighed and lifted your arm, placing it around her shoulders and leaning into you a little more. “We’re taking advantage of April being away and getting our Ollie Time in,” she said. “We don’t want to be a drag on your relationship, so… yeah.”

“Oh,” you said. You hadn’t really been considering the impact spending more time with April would have on the girls. “That’s… really considerate of you guys. Thanks. I love spending time with you too, and I don’t want to miss out either.”

“I know, big guy,” Margot said with a soft smile, tugging your arm a little tighter around her. “I know.”

Chapter 36

“Oh, yes, you fucking beautiful man,” April moaned into the bedsheets. “Slam me with that giant fucking piece of man meat."

Your reunion had needed to wait longer than either of you wanted. She'd flown in on Saturday evening as planned, but her parents had known and always went to pick her up. Showing up anyway had flitted through your mind, but meeting your 'not official yet' girlfriend's parents for the first time in an airport sounded like... not the greatest idea. So they had picked her up and brought her home, and then Sunday she'd been embroiled in family stuff and not able to get away.

Unable to wait any longer, you'd worked from home on Monday and taken off a couple of hours early. April had arrived at 3:37 PM.

By 4:00 PM, not that you had been keeping track, you were both naked and she was slobbering on your cock.

April had been hungry for you, just as much as you'd been hungry for her. The blowjob had been intended as an appetizer only, but when you started to rise quickly to your release April had pivoted and sealed her lips around the knob of your cock, swallowing your load as she stroked your cock with both hands. Then it had been your turn and, even as she was laughing and wiping her mouth, you hauled her up from the floor of your bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She'd flipped over, presenting you with her ass and spreading her legs to bring her pussy into view.

Her delighted laughter as you buried your face between her warm, tanned cheeks and slurped at anything you could get your lips on was music of the best kind.

Then, before you could get a chance to even start bringing her towards an orgasm, she'd started begging for your cock. Not immediately - no, she was filthier than that.

"Get me ready. Make sure I'm all lubed up and stretched out, Ollie. Fuck, my hole probably got too tight because the little slut hasn't been fucked by your mammoth cock in too long. I neeed it, baby. God, I've been dreaming of you, I swear."

You weren't sure if you'd ever had your ego stroked quite so hard. Or your cock.

She'd begged and begged, laughing in between the absolutely filthy things she was crooning to you. Thankfully Hikaru was working a shift at the coffee shop and then was supposed to head over to Hannah's, so you weren't worried about her overhearing. You had no idea what sort of reaction your sweet cousin would have to the naughty shit April was saying.

Finally, you'd pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so that her knees were ust braced on the mattress and she waved her ass around. You wedged your cock into that warm, wet slot and pushed, easing yourself in as she squirmed and moaned. It took five slow strokes to bury yourself fully.

"Fuck me," she'd moaned. "Fuck me please."

She knew what she wanted and you were more than happy to give it to her.

"Slap my ass. No- Slap your ass. It belongs to you and your big cock and your giant heart." Spank. "Yes, Ollie. Again!" Spank. "Ungh!"

"Pull my hair. Pound me and pull my hair. Crack my back like that song says."

"What song?" you panted.

"I don't fucking know, I just know there's a song that's like 'My neck, my back- somethingsomethingcrack my back.' And it's about fucking."

"I'm the wrong person to ask about song lyrics," you laughed, panting a little from the sexual effort. "We can look it up later." (It turned out the song was sexual, but not about cracking backs. It was about cunnilingus, and April declared you were already well on your way to mastering that activity.)

She came twice on your cock, the second time sending her down to her stomach on the bed as she moaned loud enough that you were worried your neighbours might hear - the only saving grace there was that your bedroom was on the side of the apartment opposite the wall you shared with Margot. That second orgasm pulled April off of your cock entirely, and you almost lost it when you saw her pussy pulsing and gaping as it tried to close after being stretched around your girth.

"Back in me," April mumbled through the tail end of her orgasm, humping her hips even though she was flat on the bed, making her ass jiggle a little. "Back in me. Finish in me."

You climbed up on the bed and got back into position, pushing into her accompanied by a moan that was just as lewd as the first time. It didn't take long for you to be grunting from exertion, the different angle much harder for you to maintain without collapsing right down on top of her with all your weight. April was helping though, pushing her ass back at you, the sound of your skin slapping together almost as loud as when you spanked her.

And then you came again, wheezing as you felt each pulse. Right at the end you got scared you were going to fall on top of her as your knees and arms got weak and you pulled out, falling to the side instead, and your last rope of cum splattered over her ass cheeks.

"Fuck," you panted.

"Fuuuck," she moaned, crawling the little ways necessary to kiss you.

"Welcome home," you chuckled breathlessly.

"It's good to be home," she grinned, more than a little cum drunk.

- - - - -

"What do you think of this?" April asked.

You leaned over, squinting a little as you examined her work. She'd brought over her latest Dragonauts unit and you'd spent the afternoon before dinner putting together kits for Arclite. Well, after the fucking, that's what you'd done.

Throwing on the first season of Dragonball, sitting down and building miniatures, with a smoking hot girl?

Best afternoon ever.

Once all the minis were put together you'd taken a break to make dinner. April had been fascinated by the diet Hannah had you on and you'd ended up needing to text your best friend some questions to answer the ones April had. You'd ended up eating some nicely seasoned pork cutlets along with some grilled asparagus and a cauliflower mash that was blessedly allowed to have cream cheese in it to give it some pizazz along with the herbs.

You and April ate on the couch, casual as hell, watching another episode of Dragonball and laughing at the delivery of some of the lines. Then you went and washed the dishes together, doing more cute domestic bliss things, before returning to the minis. You had a small airbrush booth you set up so you could prime them, and then you broke out the paints and brushes.

"I like the way the parchment looks," you said.

"I was talking about the robe," April sighed.

"Oh, yeah," you said. "Maybe try giving it another highlight layer?"

She nodded, pulling back the Dragonaut Battle-Librarian and starting to search through your unnecessarily large paint collection for the right hue to use.

The door to the apartment opened, almost spooking you and messing up the fine edge highlight you were working on.

"Oh, hey you guys," Margot said, coming in with Hikaru. "Welcome back, April."

"Thanks," the brunette grinned, giving a little wave.

"I thought you were hanging out with Hannah, Hikaru?" you asked curiously.

"We were," Hikaru smiled, coming over and giving you a hug from over the back of the couch, along with a kiss on the cheek. "All three of us." She went to hug April as well.

Margot followed her, but came around the side and wrapped her arms around you from there, giving you a more solid squeeze. "We wanted to invite you, April, but we knew you two would want to do some catching up."

"Oh, thanks for thinking of me," April said.

"Actually, we're still thinking of you," Margot said, giving you a kiss on the cheek like Hikaru before pulling away and going over to sit on the chair near April. "We were thinking of doing a Girl's Night this Thursday while Ollie is at his Game Night at the store."

"I promise it will be fun," Hikaru said sweetly.

"Oh, I-" April hesitated, looking concerned. "I really want to, but I found out a couple of days ago my best friend is coming back into town. We're supposed to catch up Wednesday, and then I was hoping you'd come meet her Thursday, Oliver?"

"Uh, oh," you said. When was the last time you'd missed Game Night? "Yeah, I mean, if it's for Zara then yeah, I can skip out and come meet her."

April gave you a thankful, beaming smile, and you noticed Margot and Hikaru trade glances and felt a little guilty. Usually, if something came up on a Thursday you tried to reschedule.

"Well, how about on the weekend then?" Margot offered. "I was planning to head out to the stable where I do some horse riding lessons on the side to try and get some saddle time in. How about we try to make it a mini girl's trip? Is Zara staying that long?"

"I can't see her leaving that fast," April said, then she smirked. "I'd also like to see her face if she tried to ride a horse. She can be a little uptight."

"Great," Margot chuckled. "It's a Girl's Trip Saturday then. Think you can handle yourself for one weekend, Ollie?"

"I'll manage," you chuckled.

For some reason, you felt what you might have called a disturbance in the Force. You weren't sure what had just shifted, but something had.

Chapter 37

"What's up, you four-eyed bitch?"

"Nothing much, you fire-crotch whore," April replied with a laugh.

Zara came around to the passenger side of April's car and plopped down into the seat, slamming the door shut behind her and then leaning over the centre console and grabbing April's face with both hands, planting a big kiss on her cheek. "Mwah!"

April laughed, shaking her best friend off.

"Taking shots at my pubes is a low blow," Zara chuckled as she settled into her seat and buckled up.

"I hope so, if your pubes are bushy enough to be seen up high then I'd be concerned," April said.

That got a bark of a laugh out of Zara, and then she sighed heavily. "Fuck," she said. "Honestly, Ape, I haven't laughed like that since the last time I saw you."

"Awe, hon," April sighed, reaching over and patting her friend's thigh as she pulled out onto the street. Zara had worn Daisy Duke jean shorts that highlighted her tall, slender legs and a rough tank top that only a woman with her small bust could carry off. It was also entirely in style. "Have you considered, you know, trying to make other friends?"

"People, and I've told you this every day since we were like twelve, suck," Zara said. "The number of people who don't suck is highly limited."

April shook her head. "You know I love you, right?"

"You better," Zara smirked.

"Well then, take this with love, bitch," April said. "You need to take the stick out of your ass."

Zara paused quietly and looked out the window, which was entirely unlike her.

"Wait, hold on," April said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zara said.

"Obviously not," April said. "Speak. Use your words."

"That's just the same thing that a big photographer said to me," Zara said, her voice tight. "And he hasn't booked me since."

"Oh, Zara," April said.

"It's fine, I know you didn't mean it like that."

"No, it's not fine," April said. ''You're amazing at your job, you're absolutely gorgeous, and everyone knows it."

"Yeah, not so much," Zara grunted. "Apparently I'm... frigid. Or something. I don't do sex appeal so well all of a sudden because I look like I'm about to bite someone's head off."

"Did something change?"

"No!" Zara said. "Or, I don't know? Maybe I've stopped being able to fake it over time."

"Fake what? Sex appeal?" April asked. "You're stupidly hot. You ooze sex appeal."

"Hot and sexy are different and you know it," Zara sighed. "The photographer said I need to get laid."

"That's so inappropriate," April said immediately, getting angry for her friend.

"He wasn't suggesting himself," Zara waved her off. "And he might not be wrong. But... you know."

"I know," April grimaced. Zara's relationship with sex was tough.

"We can talk about it later," Zara said, changing the subject. "How is Mr Third Leg? Are you still seeing him or has he shown his true colours yet?"

"Yes, I'm still seeing him," April rolled her eyes. "And also yes, I've seen his true colours. They're light and bright and the colour of heaven."

"You're just in the honeymoon phase," Zara said.

"Maybe I am, but I think it'll stick around for a long time. He's fantastic."

"Am I still meeting him tomorrow?"

"Yes," April said. "He dropped what he had planned so he could meet you."

"Well, that's one point in his favour I guess," Zara grumbled. "We're not doing something super nerdy, are we?"

"Tomorrow? No," April shook her head. "Dinner, so you can interrogate him, and then bowling."

"Bowling!?" Zara groaned.

"You have fun bowling and you know it," April said.

"Fine," Zara sighed. "What are we doing now?"

"I figured mall, maybe buy a new outfit for tomorrow so we can wow him, and then dinner at my place before we sit out by the fire in the backyard?"

"You do realise there is nightlife in this city, even if it's sad compared to anywhere... fun, right?"

"Are you telling me you don't want to sit around drinking my Dad's whiskey and throwing shit on a fire?"

".... Alright, good point," Zara said. "Your Dad has good taste in whiskey. And I do like fire."

"And then on Saturday we're doing a girl's trip with Ollie's friends."

"Wh- What? Why?" Zara scoffed.

"Because all three of them are super sweet, and important to him, and are making an effort to try and include me in their circle," April said. "And when they heard you were going to be in town they wanted to try and include you too."

Zara groaned. "But people suck."

"Maybe you'll be surprised and these girls don't," April said.

Zara shot her a look. "Why do I feel like you're not telling me something?"

"Because I'm... not..."

"Where are we going on this girl's trip?"

"It's a secret," April said, unable to hide her grin. "But you should be able to wear this exact outfit and fit right in."

Zara sputtered, waving her hands in frustration, but there was no way April was spilling the beans about horses. She couldn't wait to see Zara's face.