Wanting to make-out now, she began pushing herself on her side, so I lifted myself up a little, only to straddle her hip as our lips met. Shifting my weight to one arm, I grabbed a handful of her large chest, kneading it with my fingers as her warm tongue slipped into my mouth.
Unexpectedly, she pulled away with a frown on her face. “Do you think Freya is mad at me?” she wondered.
My brow furrowed in confusion. “No, of course not. Why would she be?”
Lily sighed, lowering her voice. “Well, she did kiss the other me. I just wonder if she’s disappointed that it wasn’t really me wanting to kiss her.”
Freya and I hadn’t had a chance to talk about everything that happened yet, so I honestly wasn’t sure. But nevertheless, I tried to respond. “Well, I’m pretty sure that Freya had begun suspecting that it wasn’t you, and that was sort of the test she used,” I admitted. “She leaned towards you like she was going to kiss you, and when the imposter kissed her back, she started making-out with them to see how they responded.” I paused as I thought about it. “I’m pretty sure the imposter was unaware of how your relationship worked, so she just let it happen. But it was probably the biggest ‘tell’ that it wasn’t really you.”
“Did you like it?” she wondered.
I grimaced. “Well, if I’m being honest…yeah. It was really hot. But I also was about to stop it too.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “How come?”
“Well, because a lot of the inconsistencies we had notice beforehand made us think they had given you some kind of anxiety medicine. So when the imposter let Freya kiss her, I thought that maybe the drug had lowered your inhibitions too, like with alcohol. And I didn’t want you to regret doing something like that later.” I paused. “And I don’t think Freya would have taken advantage of that situation had it really been you,” I added.
Surprisingly, Lily nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’ve gotten drunk around Freya a few times when I was younger. Never to the point of blacking out or anything, but enough that she might have been able to take advantage of me. She never did though. Granted, it’s not like she could do anything without hurting me, considering the problem she has.”
I nodded, continuing to recount last night. “After making-out with the fake you for a few seconds, she wanted to drink my blood so she could read the imposter’s mind and confirm it wasn’t you, but I definitely thought she was going to do something else altogether.” I sighed. “I should have known something was off when her jaw didn’t pop or widen. I really need to pay more attention to the small things.”
“Well, don’t beat yourself up about it. If someone tried pretending to be Freya, I might think she was just having a mood swing or something, instead of suspecting that it wasn’t really her. And I’ve known her half my life!”
I knew she was right, but I still felt like I should have noticed sooner. Honestly, maybe I would have noticed if I hadn’t been so distracted with dealing with the crisis at the hospital.
Lily continued by going back to her original question. “So, you really don’t think she’s mad? She’s just seemed a little distant this morning.”
“Distant? Lily, she was curled around you all night like a mother hen protecting her eggs. I’m sure you must be misinterpreting something. And if you’re really so concerned then just talk to her about it.”
“I know,” she whined quietly. “It’s just awkward to have that conversation. Like, sorry that the kissing you’ve always wanted wasn’t really me, and that it will never happen again. How in the world do I tell her that, of all things?”
I shrugged. “I think she’s pretty content with how the three of us do sex. Sure, she may always want more, but we were able to give her something she was never able to have previously.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” she agreed, before pausing for a long few seconds. “Hey, can I tell you something kind of weird? Freya already knows of course.”
I slid onto my side, and propped my head up with my arm. “Sure, what’s that?” I wondered curiously.
Lily bit her bottom lip gently and looked away. “Well, you know how I had a pretty small chest before I got these implants, right?”
“Yeah?” I prompted.
“Well…” She sighed. “I sort of got them for Freya.”
My brow furrowed. “Okay? You’re definitely going to have to elaborate on that one.”
She took another deep breath. “Well, between the ages of like eighteen and twenty, I sort of went through a phase where I really wanted to please her. Like, I wasn’t into her like that, but she had done so much for me, that I just really wanted to make her happy. So…” She paused again, and buried her head against the latex sheets. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing.”
“Well, I’m certainly all ears.”
She took a moment to continue. “Well, I basically asked her if she thought I would look better with a larger chest, and I guess the idea really…umm…affected her, because I could see it in her eyes. So I went out and got these huge implants, only to discover that I actually liked the way I looked a lot better too.”
“Huh. That’s different.” I honestly wasn’t sure how to interpret that. I had assumed the implants were to help her get more modeling gigs, but to think that she actually did it for her friend was strange. Especially, when she was adamant about wanting to keep it as friends.
It almost seemed like someone who might get a spontaneous tattoo at that age, except…different.
“You think I’m weird, don’t you?” Lily complained.
I shrugged. “I guess I just don’t fully understand your thoughts on that subject.”
Lily sighed. “I just really want to make her happy, but I can only go so far,” she admitted. “Like, I’ve seriously considered kissing her, even if I wouldn’t enjoy it, but I’m afraid that it would end up being more of a tease than anything.”
Suddenly, something clicked, and I understood some of the previous conversations the two of them had shared regarding ‘secrets’ Lily was keeping. As well as regarding Freya using those secrets against her.
Lily had been afraid that Freya might use that knowledge to get Lily to make-out, when she really wasn’t into it. No wonder Lily had been nervous about being alone with Freya back when that first came to light. But then, that just gave me a new appreciation of Freya’s self-restraint, since my initial experience with her had been an encounter with her selfish side.
It was nice to know that she put Lily’s friendship above her own desires…most of the time…
When I didn’t respond right away, she continued. “What do you think?” she wondered.
Now, I knew this would be the part where other guys would suggest she ‘take one for the team,’ so that Freya and I could both enjoy it, but I was sincerely concerned about how it would make her feel in her daily life.
It was similar to when Freya and I had sex for the first time at their private fashion show, with Lily giving the okay because she was horny, only to feel super depressed about it afterwards.
And as hot as Lily was, she wasn’t just a toy to me – she was a person, and I valued her wellbeing.
I took a deep breath. “Honestly, I don’t think you should cross a line you’re not comfortable with. If one day you decide you really want to do that, then I’ll support both of you however you want, but if you never feel okay with it, then that’s perfectly fine too. And ultimately, I do think this is something you should be discussing with Freya. Not that I don’t appreciate you keeping me in the loop,” I added.
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just feel bad. Stupid imposter had to go and make things awkward.”
I grinned. “It certainly was different,” I admitted.
Lily playfully slapped me in the arm with a pout. “Now don’t go making me feel bad.”
I laughed, changing the subject. “I think that’s enough chit-chat for right now. I don’t know how much more time we’ll get alone today, and I still have a lot of kissing to do bet
ween your legs.”
“Oh baby!” she teased.
I reached down for her latex shorts, and began tugging them off. “Oh, you’re definitely going to be moaning that here in a few minutes.”
She smirked, but then her expression became serious. “Umm, do you want to…” She hesitated. “Like, lay in the opposite direction so I can return the favor?”
I gawked at her. “I mean, sure, if you want.”
She nodded more confidently. “I’ve been trying to get used to the idea, since you do it to me all the time, and I think I’ll like it more if we’re doing it at the same time.” She gave me an awkward smile. “Being horny helps.”
I understood what she was implying. As a guy, servicing her turned me on, but for her, performing the act on me wasn’t really a turn-on by itself. However, if I made her horny at the same time she was doing it – or rather, pleasured her while she was doing it – then she might actually be alright with the act.
Being more than ready to get to it, I scooted closer while laying on my side, prompting her to prop one of her legs up at the same time. However, rather than taking me in her mouth right away like Freya usually did, she waited for me to work on her for a couple of minutes beforehand.
Nevertheless, as promised, she was wrapping her full lips around me as soon as she started moaning, causing our passion to only escalate until we were both fully satisfied.
And, it turned out that her being super horny really did make all the difference, with me orgasming before her allowing her to actually enjoy going down on me, since she was still horny herself. By the time she got there, she was left feeling content, both with her own orgasm, as well as with the realization that she would be alright with doing this more regularly.
Needless to say, I was certainly happy.
10: Arousing Dreams
Heidi Stockton
January 30, 2735 – 2 Weeks Later – Middle of the Night
Heidi gasped as she startled awake, only for her legs to squirm from the surge of pleasure between her thighs. Knowing that her sister was likely sound asleep in the other room, she immediately reached between her legs to rub, moaning at the intensity of the sensation.
The dream she had just been having was so intense, her mind still halfway lost in it, that it literally felt like Sam’s head was in between her legs. Yet, she knew he was on the other side of the city right now, likely wide awake at home since he never slept.
However, even despite that knowledge, were it not for her hand being down there, she might have thought his face really was in between her thighs. The dream made it feel that real.
As the climax began radiating into her gut and sending waves of pleasure all throughout her body, she cried out, only for all her muscles to begin twitching as she rolled onto her side, panting heavily.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
And it was probably the fastest orgasm she had ever experienced, with the dream having brought her close to it prior to waking up. Granted, it wasn’t like it was truly the best.
But rather, for her, orgasms she had after dreaming about sex were always the best – definitely better than with watching porn or ordinary fantasizing – though, unfortunately, she rarely had such dreams.
And this had been the first time with Sam, with the others always being just random generic hot guys her subconscious mind made up.
She wondered if the reason behind Sam being in this dream was from spending so much time around him recently, since he hadn’t been to work in the last two weeks, ever since Lexi almost died. That, and for the first week, they had camped out at Sam’s place after what happened. It had certainly been enjoyable being able to socialize so much, like they were all truly close friends.
Either way, she felt like one thing was clear – she really needed to get laid.
She was freaking almost twenty-one and still had never had sex. And she knew no guys wanted a virgin nowadays. They wanted someone experienced, who could be wild in the bedroom – or at least, that’s what she believed.
The problem was, she was also kind of afraid to go out and meet people, because for a long time, the only man who had been in her life was a sadistic bastard. And even though Blaze had never hurt her beyond beating her up once, she still couldn’t get over how convincing he had originally been when hiding his darker side.
Prior to being kidnapped by him, Heidi never would have imagined that Blaze was so evil.
Which meant any guy she met could be harboring a sadistic side, the idea really scaring her.
Logically, she knew most men were fine, but the fear of having been around such a person for so long just wouldn’t leave her alone.
If only she could just have Sam, so she didn’t have to worry about the anxiety of meeting someone else, wondering if she could trust them. Unlike most women, she was fine without a drama-filled complicated relationship. Really, she had never been crazy about getting married or settling down with someone to begin with. So the idea of being able to watch other people screw each other in real life, and possibly even participate in a safe environment without any strings attached, was all enticing to her.
She wouldn’t have to worry about dating, or breakups, or any of the messy stuff.
Granted, she was also fine with just watching porn whenever she needed a release. That was definitely the safest route, and for the unforeseeable future it would be her only option unless she could get over her anxiety.
Definitely not likely to happen anytime soon.
❖ ❖ ❖
Sam Archer
January 30, 2735 – Current Day – Middle of the Night
I absentmindedly rubbed my hand across the latex on Lily’s hip while reading a news article on my tablet in the dark room. Freya was just on the other side of her, curled up in her arms as if she was a human-sized teddy bear for Lily to hold. Both of them were sound asleep, having gone to bed hours ago.
I usually stayed in bed with them all night anyway, even though I never slept myself, but for the last week and a half my nightly ritual had involved reading as many news articles as I could, in order to get an idea of what was going on in the world.
Up until two weeks ago, I had never really paid much attention, figuring it didn’t affect me personally most of the time. But now that the idea had been planted in my mind that I could help stop apocalyptic events, both to protect the world as well as my family, I had found it difficult to go back to my ignorant ways.
At the very least, I wanted to understand the state of our modern society overall, as well as catch glimpses of how the news was being reported, considering that the S-FBI had made it seem like a lot happened behind the scenes that never made it in the public eye.
I had also done a lot of fruitless research into another subject I previously hadn’t even known existed – the idea that a single person could hold the sovereignty of a nation.
It was the reason why Freya could get away with making threats against the S-FBI and they couldn’t do anything about it.
And unlike what I was led to believe by Carnegie, it was also the real reason why they would never kidnap someone Freya cared about. In their perspective, Freya had full authority and power to declare war against them – like, actual war, even though she was one person – and that was basically the threats she had been making when claiming she would kill them all if any harm had befallen Lily.
Honestly, even though Carnegie had made the comparison of a small group of people being considered an army when they had the capacity to kill millions, it still sounded absurd to me. And I truly thought Freya was pulling our leg at first, prompting her to prove it.
She showed us her identification card – something she had never shared with either of us before, which wasn’t too odd since most people didn’t go around showing their ID to others. The only reason Lily had seen my citizen ID a few times was because I kept it in my easy-to-open wallet, while Freya kept hers out of sight.
But, unlike us, she didn’t have a citizen ID.
It was an Ambassador ID, with a seven-digit number in place of where the country’s name would normally go.
But how could one person be viewed as a sovereign nation?
And how exactly did that affect how Freya did business, not to mention her use of technically ‘foreign’ services, like the doctor? I mean, I supposed it didn’t affect most things, just like it wouldn’t affect a traditional Ambassador going to another country, other than changing how laws applied to her.
But still. It was difficult to believe.
She had never mentioned it before because she just never thought about it, especially considering it had been her legal status for over three centuries.
According to Freya, it was very rare for them to grant a person the sovereignty of a nation, with unknown conditions needing to be met for it to happen. In her case, in an effort to use her superpower for good, she had worked for the S-FBI for a short time when she was younger, back when she was in her thirties – so young compared to now – only to quit after a horrific hostage-rescue mission failed…
She didn’t want to share the details with us.
And we didn’t press, seeing the torment in her eyes. Although, given how much she seemed to hate that particular government organization, I almost wondered if a rogue agent either did something terrible directly, or ordered her to do something that the person knew would result in failure. It could also be someone made a difficult decision that Freya didn’t agree with, resulting in a small massacre.
Either way, clearly it had scarred her for life.
After that, the S-FBI begged her to come back every few years, usually just to help with a single high-risk job that only someone like her could handle. However, she always refused.
Then one day they came with a job that they couldn’t afford for her to turn down, willing to do anything to convince her to take it.
She still refused, prompting them to finally make an offer she couldn’t turn down.
The sovereignty of a nation.
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