Blue

"Blue" you say, as clearly as you can, though your voice trembles a little bit.

You are once again transported to a beautiful beach, this time at sunset. There you see an amazingly accurate simulacrum of Neha, dressed in a white sundress, walking down the beach, pausing occasionally to gaze into the ocean. She looks heartbreakingly beautiful to you. You hear a soft, feminine voice, from nowhere and everywhere at once.

You love her, deeply.

There is a sense of high speed travel, and suddenly you're transported to the site of your first date. You see younger versions of yourself and Neha bashfully smiling at each other over coffee at Brewboss.

You want to make her happy.

The scene changes again. Now you're at the scene of her 18th birthday party, a small affair, surrounded by those closest to her. She's sporting a megawatt grin that just can't fade. There is a fuzzy sense of warmth suffusing your body now.

You lust for her, and for her lust in return.

The scene changes. You're in an expensive looking hotel room - one you haven't seen before. You see yourself lying naked on the bed, and Neha, clad in lacy, strappy white lingerie crawls toward you, and starts sucking your cock.

There are more scenes like this - you're making love in her bedroom when her parents are out of town; you're fucking against a wall in a dark alley in an unrecognizable city; she's riding you, slowly rolling her hips, and feeding you small red fruits, with a beautiful alpine vista as the backdrop; you're taking her from behind in a hotub, with the milky way blazing above you. You are now rock hard, and are stroking yourself to the simulations.

But is it enough?

The scenes of your lovemaking shift again. Now, the simulation shows Neha sitting alone at her desk, looking irritated at something. With an aggravated grunt, the doppelganger pulls off her skirt, and starts fingering herself at her desk. You feel a growing sense of apprehension.

Is it enough... for her?

More images of Neha - here, looking wistfully at an older boy in a class; now at a party full of strangers, giggling with a girl you're sure neither of you has ever met before, while looking at well built boys; now sitting with you in a room you've never been in, looking bored as you gesticulate animatedly.

Don't you want more for her? Don't you want her to be fulfilled?

The scene changes, and you see yourself on a beach. There's a white gazebo, and you see Neha and a tall, dark haired man slowly dancing, him behind her, her plastered to his torso, with an arm snaking behind her to wrap around his neck. She's wearing a turquoise bikini and a colorful sarong, and she's as beautiful as you have ever seen her. Your heart is thundering in your chest, and as you get closer, you see one of his hands low on her belly, holding her flush against him, with her hand holding his in place. His other hand roves gently up and down her side in a way that you know she likes. Her eyes are closed, and she has a contented, pleased smile on her face. You know this is a simulation, but the sounds, the sights, everything is terrifyingly real. The man leans down to start kissing and sucking on her neck, which she tilts to give him better access. He stops his attentions, and removes her bikini top, and starts teasing her exposed breasts. The simulacrum sighs in pleasure, before turning, dropping to her knees, and removing the man's pants, revealing a massive cock. She stares at in awe, and looks back up at the man with a look of sheer adoration on her face. She kisses the tip, before laving the shaft up and down with her tongue, and brings a hand up to cradle his balls. The simulacrum then teases him by slowly taking increasingly more of his huge cock in her mouth. Soon, she has a good rhythm going, saliva dripping down her chin. She is relieved of her prize when the man pushes her head away, causing her to pout.

Doesn't she deserve a man strong enough to handle her?

He then turns her around, and quickly shucks the rest of her clothing, before entering her from behind. A look of sheer ecstasy appears on her face, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. He begins fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, slow at first, but increasingly fast as time goes on. He then stops, causing the simulacrum to mewl in displeasure, before he turns her around and lifts her into the air, and starts fucking her standing up in a show of great strength. You can tell that they'll come soon, since you can see her raised feet jerking uncontrollably, and his thrusts are getting increasingly erratic. With a roar, he empties his seed in her

There is a tempest of lust, arousal, jealousy, betrayal, and horror in your gut, your mouth is dry, and your heart is beating so, so fast. And yet you can't look away, and you are more aroused than you've ever been.

Doesn't she deserve to be challenged, both in life and in lovemaking?

The scene changes again, and you're actually a little disappointed. You're now in a small supply closet - in a school, judging by the stacks of notepads, pens, and tablets lining the shelves. The lighting is dim and the space is tight. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Neha and a boy she's fiercely kissing stumble into the room. You can't yet see his face, but he's blond, and clearly athletic. He rips her shirt open, sending buttons flying, revealing a lacy white bra underneath, and attacks her breasts neck, leaving bruises which the simulacrum seems to like. They turn, and to your horror, you see that the man is Chad motherfucking Newington. And yet, this only makes your arousal stronger, and you slowly reach down to grab your cock. Neha's doppelganger pushes Chad away for a moment, only to rip his shirt open. She goes on the attack, kissing, and biting down his torso, before trying to rip his pants open as well.

Doesn't she deserve a man who can push past her limits?

He smirks at her, before roughly turning her around, bending her over until they are facing you, and flipping her skirt over her ass. He tears her white panties off, and holds her down by the neck. Then, he spits on his cock, and with one mighty thrust, enters her ass. She arches backward, a mix of pain and pleasure on her face, as he starts roughly fucking her ass. It takes only a few thrusts for her to start enjoying her self, roughly thrusting back at him, and one hand desperately plunging in and out of her sloppy, sodden pussy. Her back arches once more, as she comes mightily.

Doesn't she deserve nothing less than the best?

The scene changes once again; now you are in a swanky high rise apartment, with window walls and a magnificent view of unknown city . You are both humiliated and seriously aroused by watching the love of your life being fucked to heaven and back by other men, and are both eager and totally terrified of what you'll see next. The door to the apartment opens, and Neha walks in, wearing a beautiful halter-top black gown with a neckline that plunges past her navel, and a slit that comes almost all the way up her thighs. You can't help but gasp at the man she's with - it's Armand! They're laughing, and flirting, and totally in love. Their banter, unintelligible as it is to you, subsides, and she gives him an incredible smoldering look. The simulacrum of your best friend smirks, and tilts her chin up and kisses her, and she melts into him. He's gentle with her, but he's clearly the one in control, and Neha's legs are definitely wobbling.

Doesn't she deserve a man who can take charge of her?

They walk over to the couch in the living room, connected at the lips. Armand drops his clothes along the way, and when they reach the couch, he's in his slacks only. Neha straddles him, and they make out for a while, though Armand is surprisingly passive. Frustrated, Neha pulls back, but Armand reaches out and gently grabs her throat. Her eyes are wide, but she's flushed with arousal, and her nipples are protruding out of her dress. He runs his fingers along her lips, and gently inserts them into her mouth. Neha kneels on the floor between his legs, dutifully sucking his fingers. He stops her with a gesture, and she gets up, a wicked smile on her face.

Doesn't she deserve someone who can make her joyously submit to him?

From somewhere, you hear a sensuous beat start playing. Neha, locks her eyes on Armands, seductively undulating, as she starts removing her clothes. Soon, her dress is on the floor, and she's clad only in a racier thong than you've ever seen her wear in real life. With another sexy move, she removes that too, and now clad only in her heels, she crawls over to Armand, hips swaying sexily. You can see the shine of her juices on her inner thighs. When she reaches him, she gives him one hungry glance, and unbuttons his slacks, releasing his cock - the biggest one you've seen in this simulation so far. She treats it lovingly, in a way she never has for you, rubbing it against her face, kissing it, licking it, _worshipping _it. As she fellates her lover, she starts unconsciously rolling and pumping her hips.

Doesn't she deserve someone who can drive her to the **** heights of arousal?

Finally, Armand stops her, and Neha eagerly clambers onto his lap, and locks lips with him. She braces herself on his shoulders, and lowers herself onto his girth. You can see his cock stretching her pussy as she descends, in a way that your cock never could. The look on her face is ecstatic, and the sudden shudders means that she's orgasmed. She disengages her lips, and rests against his shoulders, as she rides out the aftershock of her first orgasm. Then, she starts riding him properly - slowly, at first, and then with increasingly quick thrusts. Armand starts teasing her breasts as she does so, with his hands, and then with his tongue. You are so aroused, so stunned by the scene, that you had actually forgotten to stroke yourself. When she nears her second orgasm, given away by the frenzied, **** nature of her pumping hips, he reaches down and bites her nipple. She arches her bead in a silent, ecstatic scream.

Doesn't she deserve a man she can worship?

After she comes a second time, Armand makes her bend over the arm of her couch. You can see, just by looking at her face, how eager she is for this. Armand positions himself behind her, and inserts the head of his cock between her labia - but then stops. Frustration etches itself on her face, and then desperation. She wiggles her hips desperately, aching for some friction, for some movement, but Armand remains firm. She continues for some time more, **** for Armand, until there are tears in her eyes. Then Armand starts fucking her. He drives the entirety of his cock into her pussy with long powerful strokes. He controls the tempo masterfully, and soon she's having another orgasm. There are tears running down her eyes, and drool trickling down her chin. But this time, Armand doesn't slow down. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and fucks her with faster and harder strokes. She's sobbing with pleasure. Her knees give way and she slumps forward, held up only by the hand in her hair. Finally Armand comes deep inside her.

You can't do any of that for her, can you?

When you hear those words, you come at last, longer and harder than you ever have in your life. The simulation starts fading to black, and the last thing you see are the simulacra of your best friend and the love of your life tenderly cuddling on the sodden couch.

With a click, the locking mechanism gives way, and you rip the VR set from your head. You've come a lot. Your heart is still beating, and strangely, you're still somewhat aroused. You wonder what you'll do when you see Neha...