They seemed to have thought of everything. They certainly knew how to manage people. Fotina looked at Pedro, but his face was neutral. He was letting her decide.
“We’ll take it,” she said.
• • •
Honeymoon Isle was absolutely beautiful. They were ushered into a lovely suite surely ten times as expensive as they could ever have afforded on their own, complete with kitchenette, spacious bathroom, closet stocked with dress clothes and beach clothes, phone, TV, computer, and a phenomenal view of the adjacent beach and small boat harbor. The air was balmy and there were palm trees; it was a tropical paradise.
“Hold me,” she told Pedro. She had just met him and found him modestly handsome.
He held her, silently. She let down her guard and cried into his shoulder. It was just so sudden and amazing.
After a while she drew back. She glanced at the double bed. “Do you want to?”
“Let’s take a walk first. Maybe have dinner. Get to know each other. There will be time.”
“Yes, of course,” she agreed, relieved. They had had sex in the game, but this was real, and that was something else. She was not at all sure the one would translate successfully to the other. She had made the offer because, above all, she wanted to please him.
“But I would love to see you change clothing,” he said.
She laughed. She went to the closet and selected a swimsuit. She led him into the bathroom and changed into it, letting him see her naked in the process. She did not ask to see him naked, because she knew he would have an erection he would not want to show her yet. She had learned so much about sex in the game, yet not nearly enough.
When she was done, she vacated the bathroom and let him change to trunks. He was, as he had said, nothing special, just an ordinary nondescript man. She was more than satisfied with that. It was his intelligence, experience, and caring nature that turned her on.
They went out and walked in sandals on the beach. Other couples were there, nodding pleasantly, but otherwise ignoring them. When she saw others kissing, she turned to Pedro and lifted her face. He took her in and gently kissed her, and it was everything she had expected, which was actually not much. He was, in fact, slightly clumsy.
“I haven’t kissed many girls in real life,” he said, embarrassed. “That’s one reason I like the game.”
“Me too,” she agreed, meaning that she had little romantic experience apart from the game.
They entered the water and swam. It was warm and wonderful. They kissed again in the surf. She was plunging rapidly into love, as she had expected to. Everything was simply so pleasant.
They returned to their suite and showered together. He did have an erection, and it looked formidably huge, but now she knew it would fit. They didn’t have sex. It was enough just being together in this manner, as if they had been married for a year.
In due course, they dressed and went to the convenient restaurant. “As long as they don’t serve...” She trailed off, not wanting to say it.
They didn’t serve babies. Nevertheless, Pedro and Fotina ordered a vegetarian entree. They had a lovely quiet meal. There was no bill; everything was covered.
Back at the suite at dusk, she posed the question again. “I—I haven’t done it before, in life. If you will show me how—”
“Are you sure you want to?”
“Yes!” she said. “So that I will have done it, and won’t have to dread doing it wrong.”
“I don’t think you could do it wrong. Fotina, you look just like your avatar, and I’m half blinded by your beauty. But I don’t want to push you into anything prematurely.”
She kissed him. “Please, just do it. Don’t worry about me. I know that in real life there isn’t a trigger for a mutual thirty-second orgasm. I don’t seek an orgasm. I just want to feel you in me, and know that I have given you joy.”
“Even so, You’re a virgin and I’m nervous about that.”
“You want me to take the initiative?” she asked, surprised.
“If you would. That would guarantee that I’m not rushing you.”
That pleased her. Being in control made her less nervous. She had done it in the game. “Then lie down on your back.”
He lay on his back, his erection evident against his belly. She mounted him, spreading her legs wide apart. She took his stiff member and lifted it to her cleft. She tried to put it in her vagina, but the angle was wrong. It simply didn’t fit. This had not been a problem in the game. How could she fix it without embarrassment?
“Lean forward,” he suggested.
Oh. She leaned forward, reached down, and guided his penis in. It was moist at the tip, and her whole vulva was wet with excitement. The member still seemed huge, and her aperture seemed small, but as she pushed back against it her flesh parted, letting it slide slowly in. There was no pain; she didn’t have much of a hymen. She continued taking it in, feeling the further stretching. There seemed to be such a long way to go! Finally, it seemed to be completely embedded. She felt its hot fullness agreeably distending her body. Yes the thing was huge, but it really did fit!
But there was an oddity. After a moment she identified it. “This is weird, without a big audience. Does it count?”
He laughed, making his member pump pleasantly within her. “Not for any game credit.”
She had to laugh too. She liked laughing with him almost as well as having him inside her. “I haven’t done sex outside the game. I guess it shows.”
“Charmingly,” he agreed.
“I picture the two of us like this in the game, with my flesh going translucent so everyone can see how deep you are in my center. I was taken aback when I first saw that, but now I almost miss it.”
“If we marry in the game, they’ll want more than a kiss,” he said. “They’ll want sex, exactly like that.”
“Just so long as it’s with you. I don’t care if the whole world knows I love you.”
“The whole world will,” he replied.
“And I do love you. I knew it the moment I saw you in real flesh.”
“And I love you,” he said. “Same instant. You’re an absolute doll, way beyond anything I deserve. But we still should get to know each other better before we make any lasting commitment.”
“Yes, of course,” she said, vaguely disappointed.
“May I?” he asked, indicating her breasts, which were half hanging toward him.
“You may,” she said, smiling. Her mammaries were not as large as those of her enhanced avatar, and she had been concerned they would not appeal to him as much. His interest was reassuring.
He put his two hands on her two breasts and stroked them, caressing the nipples. That excited her, and she felt her vagina squeezing on his penis. It was working in much the way the avatar did. Did the human body have similar triggers for facilitating sex? Was her vagina loosening?
Then suddenly, he was bucking, and she knew he was having his orgasm. He had not been able to hold it back any longer. The double stimulation of her vagina and breasts had been too much. Which meant that she had really truly done it: she had taken him in and made him perform. They had had sex!
“Kiss me!” he gasped.
She lay down on him, maintaining the connection, conscious of her breasts flattening against his chest. She found his mouth with hers and kissed him as his arms came up around her. The contact of their lips was like sweet fire, radiating thrills through the rest of her body.
“Oh, Fotina, that was the greatest sex I ever had!” he said. “You’re absolutely perfect!”
“You’re welcome,” she said, kissing him again.
“But it was all for me. You didn’t get there.”
“Orgasm? I don’t need it. Just being with you like this is enough.”
“No it isn’t. I want you to have the same kind of joy I had. Let’s clean up, and then I’ll do you.”
“Clean up?”
“We just had real sex. I ejaculated.”
Oh.
“That’s right: it’s not like the game where things are not messy.” She kissed him once more, then got off him and went to the bathroom to mop herself out. He was right: there was thick liquid in her that would have dripped.
She returned to the bed. This time he had her lie on her back, and he put his face between her spread legs and licked her vulva, just like in the game. And, just like in the game, she felt an immediate wash of pleasure. He continued, and the pleasure slowly grew, heightened when he touched her clitoris. He also poked a finger into her vagina, and that helped too.
Soon enough she was in the throes of a phenomenal climax, not identical to a game orgasm, but close enough. She closed her thighs on his head, caught in the rapture of it. It went on and on, a brief eternity.
Then at last it faded, leaving her sweetly exhausted for the moment. “Thank you!” she gasped.
“Welcome,” he said, smiling. “Now we have truly shared.”
“Just hold me and kiss me, Pedro!”
He did, and it was its own kind of heaven. She felt as if she were floating on a soft pink cloud, lifted by their love. Would forever be long enough to hold this embrace?
“We were supposed to take a week to decide,” he said. “It only took me an hour. You’re the girl I want to be with the rest of my life.”
“And You’re the man,” she said, loving the way he said it. “I think I knew that the first hour in the game, when you took so much trouble to show me the ropes.”
“As if having sex with you is trouble!”
She knocked him lightly with her fist. “You know what I mean. So what are we going to do with the rest of the week?”
He chuckled. “I presume you don’t want to settle for staying right here naked on this bed the whole time.”
“I think half the time should be enough,” she said with mock severity. “Not counting sleep.”
“Awww.”
“Two thirds?”
He hugged her again, and kissed her. “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to get hot for sex again.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
And of course soon they were in it again. She loved flirting with him, turning him on, rousing his passion. It was another kind of game, a love game.
Finally they were sexually exhausted, and the night was not that far advanced. They turned on the TV to watch, remaining nude on the bed. “What program?” he asked. “They have several hundred channels to choose from.”
“You choose.”
He found a nature channel and put on “The Life and Times of the Black Widow Spider.” At first she thought he was teasing her by selecting something repulsive, but as the program advanced she got interested. She had never even thought to examine the life of such a creature, in fact, she had preferred that all spiders be exterminated. Now she changed her mind. These were reclusive spiders not looking for trouble, and their lifestyle was a considerable challenge.
“This is the kind of thing you watch?” she asked.
“Yes. We can switch to a game show, or something, if you want.”
“No, I like this. Thank you for introducing me to a new aspect of TV.” Her respect for him was growing.
In time they fell asleep, holding hands on the bed. She woke in the night to discover him stroking her breasts. He was a man; he wanted sex again.
She rolled over on her side, facing away from him, knees brought up to her chest. She knew about alternate positions from the game. “Put it in,” she said.
“That won’t do it for you.”
“Yes it will.” She pushed her bottom against his groin, feeling his hot member there.
He did not argue further. He slid into her from behind, thrust, and ejaculated almost immediately. She felt the fluid pulsing into her, three, four, five, six spurts before he was spent. Then he lay there, connected, his hand on her breast, as his member slowly diminished in her.
She knew she should clean up, because of the ejaculate, but she was sleepy and she so loved having him close this way. She drifted off.
Later yet, she felt him entering her again, and jetting again. He really liked sex! And she really liked giving it to him. She drifted back to sleep.
There might have been still another time, but she wasn’t sure; it might have been a dream. Regardless, she was deeply satisfied to have it.
In the morning, she woke to find him sound asleep beside her, snoring gently on his back, his flaccid member sleeping too. She got up quietly and sat on the toilet, cleaning herself out. Real life bodies did have natural functions. Then she got a daring notion. She returned to the bed, sat beside him, and played with his penis. In moments it expanded and extended, until it was at full mast. She admired it, pleased with her handiwork. It was large, but not too large, as she had verified several times. Then she got on him, fitted the hard member into her clean vagina, and lay against him, savoring the full penetration. She had done it herself, with no help. She kissed him.
He awoke. “What?” he asked, confused.
“It’s called sex,” she said. “Did you forget what you were doing and fall asleep? That’s not very complimentary to me.”
He caught on. “You minx!” He held her and thrust repeatedly, and forged on into his climax. “You’re an amazing girl!” he gasped as he jetted.
“I should hope so,” she agreed, squeezing him where it counted.
“Oh, Fotina!”
“How many times, in the night?” she inquired.
“Three. Four, counting this. Paradise.”
“Thank you.”
“Now I owe you four.”
“I will put them on your account,” she said. “I want to have breakfast first.”
“Oh. Yes.” He disengaged, got up, and went to the shower. She joined him there. It did not lead to more sex; it seemed she had finally wrung him out. Still, it was fun.
They went out for breakfast, holding hands. Other couples nodded. Everyone was a lover here.
“What a pretty boat,” Fotina remarked, glancing across the harbor.
“Boat?”
“There on the horizon, with the blue sails.”
He peered, but shook his head. “I don’t see it.”
“Well, it’s small.” Maybe a glare off the sea had interfered with his view.
Back at the suite they considered what to do next. There were assorted entertainments on the isle, but right now Fotina just wanted to be with Pedro and maybe innocently tempt him into more sex. It wasn’t that she was eager for the act itself, but that she liked demonstrating, to him and herself, her power over him in this respect. It was a game that made her feel important.
He showed her a card game on the computer. She had not realized that card games existed for that. “It’s called Grandfather,” he said. “You deal out the cards, about half of them turned up, and match up suits. The object is to get all four suits built up from ace to king. There are three deals, but even so, your chances of winning are only about one in three. It’s just a diversion.”
“Any diversion is fun, with you.” She reconsidered. “As long as we do it naked.” The idea of constantly turning him on turned her on. They played it naked.
He demonstrated, playing a game and losing. Next, she played, and lost. Then they collaborated, and won. “Oh, this is fun!” she said.
A weather bulleting appeared on the screen: STORM WARNING. REMAIN INSIDE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
“What, because of a little rain?” he asked.
“Maybe they get good storms here.”
It seemed they did. The winds outside rose rapidly, howling around the edges. The power failed.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “We were about to win again.”
This was an obvious time to distract him with more sex. But she had already proven herself in that respect, and was intrigued with the game. She felt around in the chest of drawers, and sure enough, found a sealed pack of playing cards. There was enough daylight to see. She dealt out the cards in the Grandfather pattern, and they
played.
“From the avatar pack to the real life pack,” she said. “And it works!”
“Fancy that. Next thing you know, they’ll be having big-prize card game competitions IRL.”
“And they may even discover how to have IRL sex,” she agreed, laughing.
They finished the card game, but it wasn’t nearly as neat or convenient as the computer version. “Let’s have some more sex,” she suggested.
“It’s my turn to do you, to reduce my burden of debt.”
The notion appealed. “Okay.”
She lay on the bed and he went to work. “So I guess we’ll tell the Eroma folk that we do plan to marry,” she said.
Pedro lifted his head. “Have we agreed on that? I don’t recall proposing to you.”
“You forgot. Keep slurping. I’ll do it.”
He resumed licking. She did not react sexually as quickly as he did; it took a while to get her there, though it was a very nice delay.
“I am getting down on one knee before you,” she said.
He paused again. “Which knee?”
“This one,” she said, slapping her right knee. “Now stop talking.” Then she used her hand to push his face down for further action. “Pedro, I love you. Will you marry me?”
He continued licking. She caught his hair and hauled his head up. “Now you can say one word, you tease.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
She pushed his head down again. “Good. We don’t live close to each other. Who is going to move?” She held his head in place so he couldn’t answer. “What, silent? Then I’ll decide. You can move to join me.”
He tried to lift his head again, but she clamped her thighs on it to hold it in place. His stimulation was bringing her close to culmination. He reached with his hand to tickle her bottom. “No fair!” she cried, laughing as her legs released involuntarily.
“You should talk about playing fair,” he said.
“I apologize. I’m almost there; please don’t stop.”
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