Reflection and Messing Around with Crystal

I awoke to find my head resting on Sandra's soft breasts. She was holding me in her arms and rubbing my back and she sat with her back against the headboard.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, honey,” she said gently.

“Time?” I grunted.

“Just after 4,” she told me. “I'm about to get dinner started, but I needed a cuddle first.”

I smiled and pulled her down to the bed. We nuzzled faces a bit until she pulled away and plugged her nose. “Phew!” she teased, getting out of bed. “Pussy and morning breath! Go wash up.” I pushed her away playfully as we went our separate directions.

Lacking anything else to pass the time, I joined Sandra in the kitchen preparing dinner, which ended up being necessary, given how she had no idea where things were kept. It was so fun moving around with her, working together. And for a few moments, I felt like it was real. Her smile was so genuine, her laughter pure. Her eyes lit up when she looked at me. I told myself it could be real. I could make it real.

But I would always know it wasn't. No matter how deeply I buried it, a part of me would always know it wasn't real. And I would know, every day, that the real Sandra was buried in there, trapped in a prison of my design, **** to smile at me, speak lovingly to me, fuck me, have my babies, raise my children, grow old with me... and completely unable to to do anything about it. Would it slowly drive her insane on the inside?

And besides, apps fizzle out over time. Aside from the big ones, most apps either get bought out by larger competitors (and I couldn't imagine that happening to the UDA) or they stop getting updated, stop receiving support and finally stop working. Would that happen with the UDA? Would all the women suddenly be free? Would there be a reckoning?

No matter how I looked at it, there was no happy ending for me if I kept using the app. There was only the illusion of a happy now.

My musings were interrupted by Sandra, my perfect girlfriend for the weekend, who gently stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and asked, “Hey, what's going on in there? You're a million miles away.” I sighed and tried to think of something plausible to answer with. “Are you getting impatient for your next appointment?” she teased.

“No,” I assured her. “Just... just a melancholy moment.”

“Well get your melancholy out of my way, then. I'll take care of the rest of dinner prep.” So saying, she pushed me towards the common area. I needed a distraction from these thoughts that were spiraling into despair. Seeing that there was an empty seat in the middle of the couch with a view of a movie that was reaching its climax, I shuffled over to the couch and sat down.

On my left was Crystal, the tall, slender musician who was supposed to be embarrassed by her own sexuality, despite it being in high gear. On my right was Jade, my lesbian frenemy who I had tricked into using the app. I tried to remember where we had left things... I think after fucking her I had told her something about “forgetting the bad stuff and remembering the good parts.” There was more, too, but I couldn't remember at the moment. Her persona for the weekend was that she was confused about her sexuality – still not desiring men but finding herself unable to cum without my cock inside her.

On the floor in front of Jade was Jenna, the large, strong police woman who had worked night shift before showing up here. Her head was resting on Jade's leg as Jade stroked Jenna's auburn hair. Jenna seemed to be asleep. On a reclining chair to the side was Inez, who was no longer watching the movie. As soon as I sat down, the sexy Latina had fixed her gaze on me and started bouncing her leg. She was so horny and just needed a cock – any cock. I planned to let her stew in lust for at least another 24 hours and then see what it was like when she was unleashed on me. I figured by Saturday night or Sunday afternoon, I might need one or two of the women who would be energized and able to do most of the work in bed.

Assessing my situation, I rested a hand on Crystal's thigh that was almost touching mine. She tensed up immediately but kept looking ahead at the screen. Crystal wore a long, loose skirt with colorful patterns. Her shirt was likewise colorful and was flowing loosely past her waist. This gave me an opening to slide my hand under her shirt and lightly stroke the skin of her belly with the backs of my fingers. I smiled as I heard her breath quickening. We both kept our eyes on the TV, though I doubt either of us was really paying attention to the movie.

Turning my hand palm down, I slowly moved down her body, under her waistband and tried to find her panties. Imagine my surprise when there was nothing for me to work under! Below the skirt there was only Crystal, pure Crystal. Realizing what I was just discovering, she raised a hand to her face and covered her eyes. Looking over at her, I could see red shading the light brown skin of her face. She was embarrassed. But more than anyone else in the room, she was sensitive and responsive to my touch. I had planned it that way. So as my hand moved a little closer to her opening, her mortification increased. When I finally had my fingers covering her mound, she let out a loud, shaky sigh.

I curled my middle finger down and it slipped smoothly between her folds. Moving it just slightly in and out so as not to draw any attention to us, I found great pleasure in listening to Crystal's reaction. She was whimpering and covering her face as her thighs clenched on my hand and tried to arrest my movement.

“Oh, I remember watching this. This part is so sad.” Both Crystal and I were startled by the voice that spoke up. Someone had pulled up a chair next to the couch and was seated just on the other side of Crystal. I looked over and saw April. April was of some sort of Asian descent – my best guess was Korean. Her profile on the app had seemed, well, to put it bluntly, slutty. She was crude and excessively sexual. I didn't have a problem with that in itself. Not my thing, but to each her own. So I had decided that her persona for the weekend was going to be complete naivete. Naive and ignorant about sex almost to the point of not knowing what sex was. I wasn't sure how it would play out once we were alone together, but I was looking forward to it.

April had put her hand gently on Crystal's arm that was on the far side of me. Sure enough, the movie was entering an emotional, heart-breaking resolution, and April was mistaking Crystal's arousal and shame as a reaction to the movie.

I gave a firm, deep push of my finger into Crystal's pussy, adding another finger while I was at it. Then I readjusted so that my thumb could rub around her clitoral hood. I felt a nub poking out and concentrated on teasing all around it. I paused every now and then to slide my fingers in and out and to rub Crystal's juices around her clit. I could smell her arousal.

April, too, seemed to smell something, and she sniffed and asked softly, “What are they cooking for dinner?”

Crystal was all the more embarrassed and covered her face again with both hands. I alternated teasing her clit and slowly fingering her until she reached her climax. Unable to contain her pleasure and her shame, Crystal cried out in a way that was indistinguishable from weeping. I knew the difference because I felt the reaction between her legs – her thighs tensing and quaking, her walls clenching at my fingers. April reached an arm around Crystal and pulled her close in an embrace, attempting to comfort her as the romantic lead in the movie unexpectedly died. Crystal's orgasm played out in April's unwitting arms. I slowly withdrew my hand and crossed my legs to hide my own arousal. I looked a little to my right and Jade seemed bored by the movie but still very interested in the girl whose hair she was still stroking. Inez was still watching me and was visibly frustrated. One hand was clenched between her thighs.

As the credits rolled, Angela's voice broke the tension, saying, “Hey everyone, Sandra says dinner is ready. Come fill up your plate in the kitchen and find a seat wherever you like.” Murmurs of approval filled the room, and one by one, the ladies moved towards the food.

I stood up as Crystal did and said to no one in particular, “I'm gonna go wash up first.” I made sure I could see the red flush behind Crystal's beautiful freckles as I spoke.