The story of Alexis.

John looked at his girlfriend and blushed, staring dumbstruck at her face when she had just told him she loved him. He earned another smack when he seemed to have lost his mind.

“Now you say it too!”

“Right! Sorry! I love you too, Cynthia. I really think I do,” he said with a smirk, feeling her embrace his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest as they soaked in the pool.

They sat together like that for a while, foreheads rested on each other, hugging with their eyes closed. The two of them stayed like that until the splashing sound of someone joining them in the pool. John opened his eyes, and Cynthia sat back to the side, resting her head on his shoulder.

The person who had joined them was a beautiful African American girl. She looked to be not much older than either John or Cynthia, and what John could see of her made him do a double take. She had a beautiful figure. Her breasts, in the process of sinking into the water, were full C-cups, if John’s porn history had taught him anything. And her skin looked smooth. She had a frizzy purple hairdo, kept in two large balls at the back of her head, a few messy strands of hair flowing down her face, accentuating her light colored irises. On her cheek a small pink heart was tattooed, just below her left eye. She smiled as she sat down.

“Hey, sorry for ruining your moment, but I just had to meet the guy that Cyn has been gushing about for days now!” she spoke with a chuckle.

Cyn splashed her with water before winking at her. “Oh, I gush alright, boy, does he know what he does.”

“Oh, you sure? Mind if I take him for a spin then? Sharing is caring after all!” the other girl responded.

“Be my guest, but later. First off, I got dibs on his first of the day,” Cynthia giggled. “And second, I need this guy to explain to me why he called out another girls name while he was sleeping.”

“Is someone not keeping her man satisfied? Damn girl, if you need a hand, just let me know! He’ll be calling out nothing but your name before the day is done!”

John finally interrupted, coughing loudly. “Ahem, nice to meet you. I’m John. It is not what it looks like, and you know that.” John looked mock angry at Cynthia, who stuck out her tongue. He knew that Cynthia was fine with him banging other women, because she had literally told him to go after Ilis, but this was new. “Cyn, why are you so okay with others trying it on with me?” he asked incredulously.

“Because, you doofus, it’s quite normal for a strong male to have multiple mates. Add to that the shortage of men in the camp; not every girl is a lesbian you know, so we have learned to share. You can build your own goddamn harem if you so please, as long as I am the one that has the seat of honor, understood?” she asked as there suddenly was a hand tightly gripping his balls.

“Yes, yes, I mean, of course!” he sputtered as he nodded, his face going red, only for the hand to let go of his balls and wrap itself around his cock.

“Good. Well, that is Nissa, she’s kind of my best friend or something,” Cyn continued while casually playing with the base of his cock.

“Pleasure to meet you. I hope,” Nissa said with a wink, licking her lips.

“One of these days I will get used to the forwardness in this camp, I hope.” John groaned, which caused both girls to chuckle. Nissa took a seat across from the two, close enough to talk to and see the top of her breasts but not close enough to be in their way.

“So, John, you know Nissa now. Get on with it, tell me about this Alexis!”

“Well, ehm, it’s a bit of a personal story,” John said while eyeing Nissa.

“That’s fine, Nissa won’t blab, trust me. I have things on her that I can use to keep her quiet.”

“Tasty, tasty things, indeed.”

“Not that, you pervert.”

“If you say so, then, well, I guess here we go.” John racked his brain for the right place to start the story of Alexis, a memory he had suppressed for a while because it just hurt too much to talk about. He had never told his mother about it, except for the fact that he got stood up on a date. Something his mother had comforted him about. He shrugged. Then started talking.

“Well, as you know I am a gamer. When I started playing a certain game, World of Warcraft, you know, the thing that Hemet is from? Well, I met a person that helped me get into the game. It’s a lot to learn, to get used to. And she helped me, we kinda did a quest together at first, and she just kept helping me ever since.”

Cynthia nodded as she pulled her hand back from his cock, instead she just held on to his arm, something about his tone and his serious face told her she should not try to tease him during this.

“So, over time, we started talking about things besides the game, you know? Getting to know each other? She said she lived nearby, and we just kept getting friendlier. Flirting back and forth. We roleplayed a bit, you know, pretending to be our characters, and we, it’s a bit embarrassing, but we just roleplayed sex, dates, the works, about everything I am doing with you right now.” He looked at Cynthia, kissed her on her lips, then continued, “In a way, you can say she was my first girlfriend. And well, we had a great time, spoke almost daily on voice chat. The funny thing being was that she always, no matter what, played goblins. I tended to switch races for different classes, but she refused to play anything but goblins. Either way. Well, even the guild always put us together, the main tank and the main healer, in love and happy. That is, until that day.”

John’s eyes misted over, a hurt look making itself master of his face. “We were going to meet up. Finally meet face to face, you know, finally get together for real. We’d meet in town, go for a movie and just have fun. You know? Thing is, I waited there for an hour, like a fool. She never came. I wanted to ask her why she stood me up, but by the time I got home, her account and characters had been deleted. Her number didn’t work anymore, she had just vanished. A part of me thinks I got catfished, but then, how do you explain the voice I talked to so much? How do you explain it all. I… Just don’t know. Last night, for some reason, I saw it all again, my dreams went from something bad to something worse. As if Gaia is torturing me for no reason.”

Don’t look at me, I don’t really do dreams.

John wiped his eyes. “It destroyed me. I quit the game for over a year because of it. Eventually, I got back into it; my guild missed me, and, you know, I had nothing else to do. That was what, four years ago now? And yet, whenever I see a goblin walk by in WoW, I hope it's her, yet, I just, I mean. I can’t forget about her.”

Cynthia cupped his face, kissing him on his nose. “John, I am so sorry. She, he, whatever, doesn’t know what they missed out on. You are a sweet, caring guy, one that is mine. That person must be kicking themself for letting you go.”