A Trip to the Grocery Store

I lay on the couch, my chest still heaving from our latest encounter, the room filled with the musky scent of sex. Stacey, with a playful grin, disentangled herself from me, her movements fluid and unabashed. She stood, her legs slightly unsteady, a trail of my semen marking a path down her thigh, a testament to our recent passion. My eyes followed her, drawn to the sight of her pert butt, the light catching the sheen of sweat and the evidence of our shared climax.

"I’ve gotta run out and grab some groceries," Stacey said, moving toward the bathroom. Her voice was casual, like this was any other day. "Wanna come?"

I nodded, watching her go. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, giving me a moment to stretch, my body still tingling with satisfaction. The SIM world felt hyper-real, blending the extraordinary with the mundane in a way that kept me both grounded and intrigued.

Stacey returned moments later, her skin clean and glowing from the warm water. She hadn’t bothered to change much, pulling on her oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder and her daisy dukes, which clung to her curves. The flip-flops on her feet slapped softly against the floor, completing the carefree look she carried so effortlessly.

"You’re staring," she said with a teasing smile, catching my gaze.

"Can’t help it," I admitted, chuckling as I stood and stretched. I used the guest bathroom to clean up, the hot water washing away the sweat and lingering heat of our earlier encounter. Fresh clothes awaited me when I finished—a simple shirt and jeans that fit perfectly, courtesy of the SIM.

When I stepped back into the living room, Stacey was already at the door, her keys jingling in her hand. She tossed them to me with a smirk. "You drive."

Catching the keys, I followed her down the hall, stealing glances at the sway of her hips in those shorts. Outside, the air was crisp and refreshing, a pleasant contrast to the apartment’s warmth. As we reached her car, I unlocked it, the lights flashing in response.

We slid into the seats, the leather cool beneath us. My hands rested on the wheel as I started the engine, the hum vibrating through my palms.

"Humor me," I said after a moment, glancing over at her. "Let’s say I have amnesia—how does this world work?"

Stacey turned her head, her ponytail shifting over her shoulder as she raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? It’s just... the world. People do what they want, especially when it comes to sex."

"But doesn’t that seem... unusual?" I pressed, navigating the turn onto the main road.

She laughed, the sound light and amused. "Why would it? That’s just how things are. You sure you didn’t hit your head or something?"

Her casual confidence fascinated me. “So, when we first met here, I just... went for it?”

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. “It was a bit annoying during class, but it’s not like I minded. That’s life here.”

“And you never feel... used?”

“Used?” She glanced at me, her lips quirking into a smirk. “No. That’s just part of the deal. Guys enjoy it, sure, but it’s not like I’m chasing it. It happens, we move on. Some people are more into it than others, like Amanda.”

I glanced at her curiously. “Amanda?”

Stacey gave me a side-eye, her annoyance slowly surfacing, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've seriously got amnesia? She's the one with the anal parties every weekend. You really don't remember?"

I chuckled, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me. "Haven't been to one yet."

Stacey's patience was wearing thin, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right? This is just how it is. Everyone knows that.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the situation. “Wait a second... you’re actually messing with me, aren’t you? This some kind of prank?” Her tone was more skeptical now, the edge of irritation clear. "I’m not falling for it."

My endless questions were starting to wear on her, and while she was tempted to snap, she decided on a different approach. A slow smile crept across her lips as she shifted in her seat, casually unbuckling her seatbelt. As she adjusted herself—an intentional, teasing gesture—her movements caused the fabric of her shorts to dip just low enough to reveal the subtle line of her spine and a tantalizing flash of skin at the cleft of her lower back. Her posture relaxed, and it wasn't lost on me how her sweater draped off one shoulder, giving me an unintended yet suggestive view down her neckline. It was clear she was more interested in distracting me than answering my questions."

“Look, David,” she said, her tone sweet but laced with mischief. “If you’re going to keep asking these ridiculous questions, I might just have to find a way to shut you up.”

Before I could process her words, Stacey’s hand moved to my thigh, her touch light but deliberate. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Keep your eyes on the road, or we’re never making it to the store,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the tension in the car shifting with every passing second as she unzipped my jeans, her fingers deftly working me free, her laughter soft but brimming with triumph. "Stacey, you're going to get us killed," I managed to say between breaths, my laughter mingling with my groans as I struggled to keep the car on the road.

She looked up at me with a playful challenge in her eyes, not stopping, her actions a clear message; this was her way of shutting down my questions and bringing the conversation back to the raw, physical reality we were both part of.

"Oh, come on, you can handle both," she quipped, her mouth enveloping me, the wet warmth a stark contrast to the cool car interior.

The absurdity of discussing societal norms while getting road head in a simulation wasn't lost on me. I found myself laughing amidst my moans, the sound mingling with the hum of the car engine and the soft, wet sounds of her efforts.

As Stacey worked, her annoyance turned into a playful game, her technique on point, showing both her skill and her way of dealing with what she believed was my prank. The car swerved slightly, the thrill of the risk making the moment all the more intense, the balance between control and chaos a perfect metaphor for this world.

When we finally arrived at the grocery store, I pulled into a parking spot, leaving the car slightly crooked due to my distracted state. I took a deep breath, the tension of driving while being pleasured finally dissipating, only to be replaced by an overwhelming surge of pleasure. Just as I cut the engine, my hands moved to Stacey's head, gripping her hair firmly but not roughly, guiding her movements.

The SIM's disregard for biological norms meant that my climax was unlike anything in the real world. Each pulse was thick, copious, like weeks of built-up were being released in one go. I felt my body tense, the pleasure almost unbearable as I flooded Stacey's mouth with my release. Her eyes widened in surprise at the volume, but she took it, her throat working to swallow, the act both a testament to the enhanced sensations and her own adaptability.

"Fuck, Stacey," I gasped out, my voice a mix of relief and amazement, my body slumping back into the seat as the intensity subsided.

Stacey pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression one of both satisfaction and a touch of disbelief. "Jeez, David, you're like a fucking fountain," she teased, her voice slightly hoarse from the effort.

I chuckled, the sound weak but sincere, my hands still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. As Stacey got out of the car, I let out a sigh, trying to steady myself. Simone’s playful voice echoed from my wrist device. “Looks like you’re enjoying the perks of the SIM, David. But don’t forget, this isn’t the real world.”

I rolled my eyes, smirking as I whispered so Stacey couldn’t hear, “Yeah, I get it, Simone. Keep it down.”

Simone chuckled lightly before replying, “Just making sure you’re having fun. And remember, you’re in control here.”

I shook my head, opening the car door, the cool air snapping me back to reality. Stepping outside, I saw Stacey waiting near the store entrance, her flip-flops tapping against the pavement as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Ready to actually shop now?” she asked, her playful tone replacing any earlier frustration.

“Yeah, let’s get it over with,” I said, the buzz of the SIM still lingering but ready to dive into the normalcy of grocery shopping with Stacey.