Baby Steps: Saying Hello to my Neighbor

I stood on the sidewalk, the familiar hum of the compiled city buzzing around me. It felt eerie—every detail seemed close enough to reality to unsettle me. The sounds of cars honking, pedestrians chatting, and the distant thrum of a subway beneath my feet all seemed pulled straight from the real world. Yet, there was a faint hollowness to it, a manufactured quality I couldn’t quite ignore.

As I lingered outside a coffee shop I used to frequent, lost in thought, a voice broke through the quiet—a smooth, conversational tone emanating from the sleek smartwatch-like device on my wrist.

"Thinking about starting with someone familiar?" Simone’s voice teased gently, her words laced with supportive curiosity.

I glanced around reflexively, even though I knew she wasn’t physically there. "Yeah," I admitted softly, my eyes drifting back to the shop. Uncertainty weighed on my voice as I continued, "Figured it’d be easier to ease into all this if I start with someone I already know."

Simone's response was a mix of encouragement and playful skepticism. "Comfort zones can be useful," she said, "but you might be surprised where stepping out of them can take you."

I huffed a quiet laugh, my lips curling into a faint smile despite myself. "One step at a time, Simone."

“Interesting strategy,” Simone said. Her voice carried a knowing lilt, like she was a step ahead of me. “But before you jump in, let me remind you—this city is based on your memories. The people here? They’re reflections of how you see them, not necessarily who they really are.”

I frowned, my eyes narrowing as I glanced at the passersby. “So, they’re… like puppets?”

“Not quite,” Simone clarified. “Think of them as actors playing the roles you’ve assigned to them, even if you don’t realize you’ve cast them. They’ll feel real, but there’s always that layer of interpretation.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Great. So, no pressure in choosing someone, then.”

Simone chuckled softly, a sound that somehow managed to both reassure and irritate me. “Hey, no need to overthink it. You’re the director here. Pick your cast, set your scene, and see where it takes you.”

I considered her words, then asked, “What about someone specific? Like… can you make Stacey from college? She’s someone I know in real life.”

Simone’s voice took on an informative tone. “Mostly, yes. But due to privacy and consent filters, the characters here will be somewhat different—not carbon copies of the real persons. Think of them as inspired by, but not identical to, the originals.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Privacy filters? Why would I need those in my own simulation?”

“It’s a safeguard. We don’t want you mistaking the SIM for reality, or vice versa. These versions are tailored to your memories, not to the actual people. You won’t learn any secrets about the real Stacey—or anyone else—you didn’t already know.”

I nodded, processing the explanation. “Alright. You have my consent. Use my memories and create her and make her my neighbor.”

“Compiling,” Simone confirmed. A progress bar appeared on my device’s screen, the simulation humming to life with an almost imperceptible shift in the air.

After a brief pause, a cheerful bip sounded, and Simone’s voice returned, warm and encouraging. “She’s ready. Why don’t you say hello?”

I hesitated for a moment, a twinge of nervousness creeping in. I tapped my wrist device and sent a quick message.

“Hey, Stace, you at home?” The reply came almost instantly.

“Yeah, just chilling. Why, you need something?”

I grinned, feeling the thrill of the SIM’s fluidity. “Thought I’d drop by for a chat.”

“Sure, come over. We can hang out.”

The anticipation built as I made my way to her apartment, the hallway of our shared building oddly comforting in its familiarity. I knocked twice, and the door swung open almost immediately.

Stacey stood there, barefoot, dressed in casual daisy dukes and an oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her face lit up with an easy smile when she saw me.

“Hey, David,” she said, stepping aside to let me in. “What’s up?”

I stepped into the apartment, taking in the cozy, lived-in space. It was a near-perfect reflection of how I remembered her dorm in college—though the scattered coffee mugs and books gave it a more personal touch.

“Just thought I’d see how you were doing,” I said, settling onto the couch.

Stacey plopped down beside me, tucking her legs underneath her. “I’m good,” she said, picking up a book she’d been reading and placing it on the coffee table. “You seem a bit… I don’t know, off today. You okay?”

I laughed softly, running a hand over the back of my neck. “Yeah, just getting used to… everything.”

She tilted her head, studying me for a moment. “Well, I’m here if you need to talk—or distract yourself. Either works.”

Her casual tone, her relaxed posture, everything about her screamed familiarity. Yet, there was an edge of something else—an openness, a willingness to engage in whatever direction I chose.

I leaned back, considering my next move. This was, after all, my world. The possibilities stretched out before me like an endless road, and Stacey—this version of her—was just the beginning. I then chuckled nervously, my mind racing with thoughts as I decided to test the waters, "Yeah, I guess I have something to ask you about… So, about this... free use thing. How does it work for you?"

Stacey's brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean? It's how things have always been. Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded, feeling like I needed to clarify my control over the situation. "Simone," I whispered, activating the AI. "Can we adjust the settings? I want the free-use to be more under my control, not so automatic."

Simone's voice, now more distinct and laced with humor, came through my device, "Oh, wanting to be the master of your domain, are we? Sure, we can dial it back. Now, interactions will require a bit more initiative from you, but the vibe is still there."

I looked back at Stacey, who was now looking at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. "So, if I wanted to... you know, would you be okay with that?"

Stacey laughed, her voice rich with playful incredulity. "Since when do you ask, David? We've been doing this for ages. Are you sure you're not sick or something?"

Feeling the shift in dynamics, I decided to keep things light for now. "What if I wanted to do something... less invasive, like just cuddle?"

Stacey's laughter grew, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're joking, right? Cuddle? Since when do you want to cuddle? But I mean, if you're feeling weird, sure, we can cuddle."

Her reaction was so genuine, so much like the Stacey I knew from college, that I couldn't help but smile. She had no idea she was part of a simulation, making this interaction feel all the more real.

Stacey shifted closer, a playful smirk on her lips as she leaned against me. "So, what's the deal, David? You're acting like this is your first time or something."

I chuckled, the situation feeling more surreal by the moment. "Maybe it feels like that. I guess I just wanted to make sure you're okay with everything, you know?"

Stacey gave me a look that was part confusion, part amusement. "Why wouldn't I be? This is how things work. But you, you're the one acting like you've forgotten the rules."

I took a moment to absorb the scene, my mind racing with the possibilities and the control I had over this reality. I decided to engage with this new dynamic, enjoying the playful banter that felt so much like the real Stacey.

"Alright," I said, my tone lightening, my curiosity piqued. "Let's say I'm just... reacquainting myself. So, if I wanted to do more than just cuddle?"

Stacey rolled her eyes playfully, "Then you'd do what you've always done. Just be you. No need to ask permission, remember?"

I nodded, my mind now fully embracing the control I had here. "Right, right. But let's keep it simple for now. How about we watch a movie or something? Maybe get back to... other things later?"

Stacey laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're really taking this slow, huh? But yeah, a movie sounds good. What do you feel like watching?"

We settled on a classic comedy, one we used to watch together back in college. As we watched, my mind wandered between the screen and the reality of my situation. I was both the observer and the architect of this world, and every interaction was a reminder of that power.

As the movie played, I grew bolder. I let my hand rest on Stacey's thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her daisy dukes. She didn't react beyond a slight shift, her attention seemingly fixed on the screen, but her body language was inviting, relaxed.

Encouraged, I began to move my hand, tracing small, lazy circles on her skin, inching higher with each pass. My fingers eventually slipped underneath her sweater, exploring the smooth expanse of her tummy. The lack of a bra under her sweater was an invitation I couldn't ignore. My hand ventured further, my fingertips grazing the soft underside of her breasts. I felt the warmth there, the slight rise and fall of her breath, but I didn't grasp; I was still testing the waters, enjoying the thrill of anticipation.

Stacey's only acknowledgement was a small, contented sigh, her body leaning ever so slightly more into my touch, her eyes still on the movie.

As the credits rolled, Stacey turned to me, her expression now more serious. "You sure you're okay? You're not usually this... hesitant."

I sighed, feeling the weight of my reality and the simulation I was navigating. "I'm fine, just... trying to figure out how much I like being in control."

Stacey shrugged, her tone light but knowing. "Well, you've always had control. But remember, it's more fun when we're both enjoying it."

I smiled, my confidence growing with each moment. "You're right. Let's see where this goes, then."

With a nod, Stacey stood up, stretching her arms above her head, the movement causing her sweater to lift slightly, revealing more skin. "I'm going to grab some snacks. Want anything?"

I watched her move, the familiar ease of her actions grounding me in this bizarre yet fascinating reality. "Surprise me," I said, my voice steady, my mind made up to explore this world on my terms, enjoying the freedom it provided without the constraints of real-world consequences.

As Stacey left for the kitchen, I whispered to Simone, "Keep the settings as they are for now. I think I like this pace."

Simone's voice, now with a hint of pride, responded, "Good choice. Slow and steady might win this race."

I settled back into the couch, my thoughts on the endless possibilities this SIM offered. I was here to explore, to push boundaries, and to savor every moment of this crafted reality.

From the kitchen, Stacey called out to me, her voice casual and inviting, "Choose another movie, I'll be back in a minute with the snacks."

I flicked through the movie options on my device, my mind a bit distracted by the anticipation of what was to come. I settled on a suspense thriller this time, hoping it might add to the excitement of the evening. The smell of buttered popcorn began to waft through the air, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of Stacey's perfume.

When Stacey returned, she surprised me not only with the usual popcorn and soda but with a different kind of snack altogether. She was now bottomless, standing there with a playful smirk, her upper half still covered by her oversized sweater, the fabric soft and slightly worn against her skin.

"Nice choice," she commented, handing me the popcorn, the warmth of the bag seeping through to my hands. She set the soda down on the coffee table, the sound of the can fizzing as it settled. "I thought we could spice up the suspense a bit."

My eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight before me, my pulse quickening at the sight of her bare skin, the gentle curve of her hips, and the way her sweater bunched up just enough to tease. "You're full of surprises today," I managed to say, my voice a mix of amusement and arousal.

Stacey laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief, the sound filling the room with a lightness that contrasted with the dark tones of the movie's opening. "Well, since you're being all cuddly and sugary, I thought I'd take matters into my own hands." With that, she dropped to her knees right in front of me, her movements smooth, the carpet soft beneath her knees.

She began to tease me, her hands running up my thighs, the warmth of her touch sending shivers through me. Her fingers deftly unzipped my jeans, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Let's see if you can keep your eyes on the movie now," she said, her voice low and playful, her breath warm against my skin.

My breath hitched as she freed me from my jeans, my member already responding eagerly to her touch, the cool air briefly contrasting with the heat of her hands. Stacey took me in her hand, her grip firm yet teasing, the sensation of her skin against mine causing an electric tingle to run up my spine. She stroked me with a slow, deliberate pace that matched the tension of the movie's opening scenes, her touch both gentle and commanding.

"You've been so gentle today," she teased, looking up at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes reflecting the flickering light from the screen. "I think you need a little... encouragement."

Her mouth then descended, warm and inviting, taking me in with a skill that seemed to know exactly what I liked. Her tongue swirled around me, the wet warmth enveloping me, her head bobbing with a rhythm that made it hard for me to focus on anything else, let alone the movie. The sounds of her pleasure, soft moans mixed with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her actions, provided an erotic soundtrack that drowned out the movie's dialogue.

I groaned, my hand finding its way into her hair, feeling the silkiness of her strands, not to guide but to feel the reality of the moment. "Stacey, you're... incredible," I breathed out, the sensation overwhelming me, the scent of her shampoo mingling with the more intimate smell of our arousal.

She paused for a moment, looking up at me with a smirk, her lips slightly parted, glistening. "Just enjoying my snack," she quipped before resuming, her enthusiasm undimmed, the taste of me on her tongue adding to her enjoyment.

As the movie's suspense built, so did the intensity of our encounter. Stacey's movements became more eager, her breath coming in short gasps, her enjoyment evident in her moans that mingled with the sound of the movie's score. I, caught between the screen and the sensations below, let myself be consumed by the moment.

Stacey's enthusiasm was palpable, her movements fluid and eager as she worked me with her mouth, her tongue dancing along my length with a skill that felt almost otherworldly. The sounds of the movie's suspenseful scenes melded with the wet, rhythmic noises of her efforts, creating a bizarre symphony of arousal and tension.

I could feel every sensation magnified—the warmth of her mouth, the silkiness of her hair under my fingers, the pressure of her lips around me. I looked down, watching her, the sight of her, eyes closed in concentration or pleasure, her head moving with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and maddening.

"You're too good at this," I gasped out, my voice strained, a mix of laughter and lust. Here, in this world where everything was tailored to my desires, the absurdity of the situation seemed to echo in my mind. I couldn't help but compare this moment to any I might have had with the real Stacey, the contrast stark yet thrilling.

Stacey pulled back slightly, giving me a mischievous look, her lips glistening. "Just building up the climax," she said with a wink, her voice teasing, before engulfing me again, this time with more vigor. She took me deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate me, her gags soft and real, adding an edge to the act that felt both raw and intimate.

The popcorn sat forgotten on the coffee table, the buttery smell now mixed with the muskier scent of sex. My hands tightened in her hair, not pulling but holding, feeling the reality of her in this moment. Her hands weren't idle either; one gripped the base of my shaft, squeezing to the rhythm of her mouth, the other roaming to cup and play with me, adding to the overload of sensations.

The movie's plot thickened, but all I could focus on was the building pressure, the feeling of being on the edge in this world where nothing was off-limits. I could feel myself getting closer, the sensation like a wave about to crash. My thoughts flickered between the real and this version of Stacey, wondering how different their reactions, their touches, would be. Here, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure, unadulterated desire and fulfillment.

"Stacey, I'm—" My warning was cut short by my own moan, the climax hitting me like a shockwave. I felt the release, the intensity of it magnified by the simulation's enhancements, my body shuddering as I came into her mouth.

Stacey didn't pull away; she took me in, her eyes locked onto mine, a look of triumph and satisfaction in her gaze. She swallowed, the act deliberate, her throat working as she did so, her eyes never leaving mine, a silent acknowledgment of the power and control she had in this moment. The sound was almost comical in its explicitness, the gulping mixed with the movie's climax, creating an absurd, kinky peak to their interlude.

I slumped back, breathing heavily, my laugh mingling with my heavy breaths. "That was... that was something else," I managed, the laughter in my voice genuine. The real Stacey would never do this, I thought, the comparison fleeting but potent, enhancing the moment with a touch of the extraordinary.

Stacey stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a grin spreading across her face. "Well, you did pick a suspense thriller. I just added to the plot twist," she said, her tone playful yet undeniably raw.

The room seemed to pulse with the afterglow of our encounter, the movie still playing, now just background noise to the raw, kinky reality we had just shared. I felt a sense of disconnection from reality, not because it was surreal, but because it was so perfectly tailored to my fantasies, making every moment feel both grounded and yet, somehow, beyond what I'd ever known.

I was still recovering from the intensity of the moment when Stacey casually leaned over to grab the soda from the coffee table, bending in such a way that put her glistening folds right in my face. The sight was unexpectedly close, her scent mingling with the buttery aroma of popcorn, creating a sensory overload.

She glanced back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a smile playing on her lips. "You haven't touched the popcorn. Want to try another kind of snack, maybe?" Her tone was teasing, playful, as she pushed her ass back slightly, making her intentions crystal clear.

My breath caught in my throat, the boldness of her action striking me. The real Stacey would never be so forward, I thought, the contrast between the two Staceys like night and day. Here, she was uninhibited, confident, and completely in control of the moment.

I reached out, my hands gliding over her hips, pulling her closer, the warmth of her skin under my palms grounding me in this bizarre yet exhilarating reality. "I think I might," I replied, my voice low with renewed desire.

Stacey laughed softly, the sound rich and inviting. "Then don't let me stop you," she said, wiggling her hips slightly, the movement both an invitation and a challenge.

I leaned in, the scent of her arousal now overpowering even the popcorn, my mind momentarily lost in the comparison between this bold, unreserved version of Stacey and the one I knew in reality. My lips found her, tasting her, the act feeling both daring and natural in this world where boundaries were meant to be pushed.

The movie continued to play, its suspenseful soundtrack now just a backdrop to our own escalating tension. I was fully engaged in this moment, the surreal nature of the situation not lost on me, yet I embraced it, exploring this new facet of control and freedom in the simulation.

My lips and tongue explored her, the taste of her arousal sharp and sweet, my actions both an exploration and a claiming. Stacey stood bent forward, hands on her knees, pushing her ass back into my face, presenting herself with a boldness that was undeniably arousing.

The sounds of the movie faded into the background as I continued, my tongue tracing intricate patterns over her skin. Stacey's body trembled under my touch, her breath catching in her throat with each movement. I felt the heat of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with each swipe of my tongue.

After a while, my curiosity led me further. My tongue moved upward from her pussy, teasing the sensitive area around her butthole which was now directly above. Stacey's reaction was immediate; she inhaled sharply, her body shuddering. "Oh, shit," she exhaled, her voice a mix of surprise and delight, her legs quivering.

Encouraged by her response, I moistened my thumb with my mouth and gently pressed it against her, circling before slowly pushing inside. The combination of my tongue at her butthole and my thumb working her was both intimate and audacious, creating a rhythm that had Stacey's breath coming in sharp, rapid pants.

"God, David, that feels... so fucking good," she managed, her voice thick with pleasure, her knees bending slightly as if her legs might give out from under her. "Don't stop, please, don't stop," she pleaded, her tone ****, her body pushing back even more into my face, seeking more of the sensation.

I felt a surprising surge of arousal, my body responding with an eagerness that caught me off guard—my refractory period drastically shortened by the SIM's settings. I grinned against her skin, the prospect of continuing without delay fueling me further.

Stacey's climax hit her hard, her body convulsing with the intensity of it, her moans turning into a loud, unrestrained cry. She shuddered, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her. As she came down from her peak, she turned slightly, her eyes catching sight of my renewed hardness. Her smile was wicked, full of mischief and desire.

"Well, look at you," she said, her voice breathless but full of intent. She moved quickly, pushing me back onto the couch, her movements fluid and confident. In one smooth motion, she positioned herself over me, her back to my chest, guiding me with her hand to her butthole.

She impaled herself on me, the tightness enveloping me as she began to ride me in reverse cowgirl. The sensation was intense, the position allowing me to see the arch of her back, the curve of her ass as she moved up and down. Stacey's moans filled the room once more, her body adapting to me, her pleasure evident as she rocked back against me, taking me deep.

My hands slid up under Stacey's oversized sweater, my palms meeting the warm, soft skin of her breasts. I felt the weight of them in my hands, the fullness and the way they filled my grasp. Her nipples were hard, like small pebbles under my fingers, each one responding to my touch by stiffening further. I teased them, rolling them between my fingers, feeling her body react.

Stacey's hips moved frantically, her rhythm a mix of desperation and need as she slammed herself down on my hardness. The motion was almost frenzied, her ass meeting my pelvis with a slap of skin against skin, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Her movements were precise, driven by a hunger that seemed to grow with every second.

Reaching back, she wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my hair. The position brought her face into my view, her gaze locked onto mine. Her eyes were wild with arousal, the pupils dilated, a clear picture of her desperation and the intensity of her pleasure. There was a silent plea in her eyes, a connection that transcended the physical act, making it all the more intense.

I could see the climax coiling within her, building with every movement. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her mouth slightly agape, her chest heaving under my hands. The way she moved against me, the tight grip of her around me, it was all becoming too much for me too, the sensations magnified by the SIM's enhancements.

Her body tensed, her movements becoming erratic as the climax hit her like an explosive wave. She arched her back, pushing back even harder, her cry of release echoing in the room. Her nails dug into my neck, her body trembling with the **** of her orgasm, her eyes never leaving mine, sharing the moment in its rawest form.

That's when I felt my own release building, the pressure overwhelming. With Stacey's climax gripping me, pulling me deeper, I couldn't hold back. I exploded deep into her, my own pleasure erupting in waves that matched hers. My grip on her tightened, my body bucking up into her as I filled her, the intensity of the moment heightened by the connection of our eyes, the shared peak of ecstasy in this bizarre, exhilarating reality.

Our bodies, drenched in sweat and the aftermath of our shared climax, took ragged, **** gulps of air. I felt my heart pounding against my chest, the echo of our exertion filling the room. Stacey's back pressed against me, her skin hot and slick, her breath coming in heavy, uneven pants. My cock remained firmly planted in her ass, the sensation of being inside her still intense, a reminder of the raw connection we'd just shared.

"Fuck, David," Stacey gasped out, her voice broken with the effort of breathing, "that... that was intense."

I could only nod, my own breath coming in short bursts, my words caught in my throat. "Yeah," I managed, my voice a rough whisper, the pleasure still resonating through me. "You're... incredible."

Stacey's arm around my neck loosened slightly, but she kept herself close, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Her head tilted back, resting against my shoulder, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. "I feel like... I'm still coming down," she murmured, her words slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction.

I could feel her heartbeat against me, matching the rhythm of my own, a primal drumbeat of life after such an intense moment. The warmth of her, the tightness around me, it all felt magnified in this quiet aftermath, the silence of the room now filled only with our breathing and the low hum of the movie still playing.

"Stacey," I whispered, my lips close to her ear, "you have no idea... how good that was."

She laughed, a breathless, half-choked sound, her body shaking slightly with it. "Oh, I think I have some idea," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction, tilting her head to catch my gaze. "I can... feel you're still hard."

I grinned, feeling the truth of her words, the surreal reality of this world where pleasure seemed endless. "This place... it's something else," I said, the words feeling inadequate for the experience we'd just had.

"Yeah," Stacey agreed, her voice softening as she adjusted herself slightly on me, still not breaking our connection. "Let's take... just a moment. Catch our breath."

We stayed like that, intertwined, panting, the intimacy of the moment stretching out, neither wanting to break the spell. The world outside this room, this simulation, felt distant, irrelevant. Here, in this moment, we were all that mattered, the raw, intense connection between us a testament to the possibilities of this new reality.