Gypsy Sex Stories
by Aurora Dupree
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Aurora Dupree
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the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Gypsy Sex Romp
"Look at that," Lisa said, pointing to the small purple tent with steam rising up all around it. "What do you think is inside?"
Patrick smiled in that mischievous way of his, and ran a hand through his chestnut brown hair.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it's the freak show. A dwarf on a unicycle. Or a bearded lady."
"But aren't you curious?" They'd been walking around the carnival for almost an hour now, riding the Ferris Wheel, eating cotton candy, getting squeezed close to one another on the tilt-a-whirl. Patrick had even won her a large stuffed bear at the ring toss, and she was carrying the thing around, amused by its cross eyed expression.
"Not really. It's probably lame. I want to ride the free fall."
"Come on, Patrick," she said, pulling on his arm and leaning in close. "It looks so mysterious. I want to check it out."
Patrick sighed, and shook her away. "Fine. We'll take a look inside. But if it sucks, don't get mad when I say 'I told you so."
"Awesome!" she said, and bent forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. Patrick pulled away, and she frowned. She had been trying to get him in the sack for years now, and every time it seemed like something was going to happen between them, like cuddling on the couch watching a movie at her place, or the time she had stuck her hand down his pants at the ski lodge in Vermont, he had shied away from her advances, looking almost terrified. Hell, they were in their twenties now, and she knew from his stories that he was no slouch in bed. He should be all over her! She was always wearing tight jeans to show off her ass, and flaunting her slim frame whenever she could, but nothing seemed to work. She didn't know what she had to do to get him to think of her as a sexual creature.
"I bet it's probably just some stupid fortune teller or something," Patrick said, lifting the large canvas flap of the tent over his head. Smoke was pouring out from inside the tent, and the flap was billowing outward, like there were a bunch of fans going full blast on the interior. But when they stepped inside, all they saw was a dusky mist, hanging in the air, as if they were standing in a cloud. The tent was lit with dozens of candles dripping hot wax onto the grass, and low droning music was playing, although Lisa didn't notice speakers anywhere. In front of them was a circular table with a deck of cards, and three luxurious, leather chairs. Patrick scoffed.
"What is this? There's nobody here."
Lisa looked at him for a moment, puzzled, and then a deep voice rang out:
"Looks can be deceiving, my friend."
Patrick was a big guy, almost six-three, and he lifted weights, but upon hearing the disembodied voice he let out a little yelp and jumped back a few feet. Lisa laughed, grabbing him around the waist. A moment later, a man in purple robes stepped out from a curtain behind the table. Patrick, still red-faced, stepped forward, his voice shaking a little bit."
"Who...who're you?"
The man in the robes smiled, and waved his hand.
"Please, both of you, take a seat. I've been expecting you, you know."
Lisa and Patrick exchanged a look, but there was something oddly soothing in the man's voice that was quite disarming. Lisa sat, with Patrick following suit. The smooth leather of the chairs seemed to mold to her body, and she let out a long and satisfied sigh. Something about the mist and the candles and the leather was intoxicating, and she took a deep breath. The strange man took a seat across from them, smiling widely. He had dark features, and a thin Valentino mustache. He looked like he belonged in some other era, some ancient land with nomads who lived in tents and rode camels across the desert. His demeanor was calming, and when he spoke, Lisa thought it was like talking to an old friend.
"My name is Stefan," said the man, who had started to shuffle the cards on the table in a hypnotic fashion, splaying them from hand to hand. "And you are?"
"Lisa," she said. After she nudged him, Patrick gave his name as well, somewhat reluctantly.
"Ah," Stefan said. "I sense that you two have known each other for a long time. Is that right?"
"Yes!" Lisa said, giggling. She turned to Patrick, who still had a scowl on his face. He needs to lighten up, Lisa thought. We're in here with a gypsy who's probably a mind reader, and he can't even have a good time.
"I'm also sensing that Patrick was apprehensive about entering my tent. I am out of line saying so?"
"No," Patrick said. "I mean...well whatever, it's no big deal."
"Do not worry, my friend. I can assure you that by the time we are through here, you will be glad Lisa talked you into visiting me."
"How did you know that?"
Stefan smiled widely. "I have the gift of mind. It is useful in many instances. For example, I know that you, Patrick, view Lisa as like a friend, while she views you as something else entirely."
Now it was Lisa's turn to be befuddled.
"What?" she said. "No, that's...where do you get off saying something like that?"
"But is it not true?" Stefan spread his arms wide. "Please, relax. Will you allow me to examine your fortunes in the tarot cards? I cannot guarantee the result, but I am sensing it is something good."
Lisa, desperately curious now, turned to Patrick.
"Oh please, can we? It's only five dollars. I want to know the future!"
She expected Patrick to object, but instead, he was already reaching for his wallet with a strange, almost hypnotic look in his eyes.
"Most excellent," Stefan said, making the crumpled bill disappear in his closed fist. "Let's examine the cards, shall we?"