Chapter 12: 12. A Compromising Position

"Huh?" My mind reels, taking in what Kerda has just said to me. "No, that's not it at all. I don't want to feel forced into it."

"Not forced, Honey. Just not responsible. Powerless and ravaged." As if to demonstrate, she kisses my neck and grazes her teeth across the tender flesh while her hand seizes my left breast.

"Eeep!" The sudden pressure on my unfamiliar and very sensitive body part sends a jolt through me. 

I'm not even sure why I'm fighting this. Kerda is gorgeous. I should be happy she's so into doing this with me. It's not like I have women lining up to sleep with me back home. Perhaps I should just give in and let her take control—let her take my newfound female virginity from me.

That thought awakes a knot of worry in my belly. Am I really ready for sex as a woman? She's going to know right away that I have no idea what I'm doing.

Not to mention who is Kerda behind the avatar. Is she some old perverted guy? Is she someone I know? If she finds out who I am, will she think I'm some perverted guy? (Hey, I just remembered I went to school with some nerdy guy named Triste. You wouldn't happen to be him, would you?)

No. No. No. This is all wrong. 

I can't go through with this. But Kerda doesn't seem ready to just let this end without some kind of release. I need to find a compromise.

I put a hand on her face to stop her. "I have an idea. How about this: I know you want to get experience from sex, so what if I get you off. I could like... you know... use my hand on you. That way we both get what we want."

"You want to finger me?"

"Well, er... not exactly. But I mean... I will do it. I'm just not ready to go... all the way."

"You're not twelve or something?" she asks. "I know RoboDyne has age limits, but you hear stories."

"No, I'm twenty-two. But this... this whole situation is way too real for me. It's making me kind of freak out. I'm just not sure I'm ready to be touched like that. So, could we maybe just do... that... thing I said."

She sighs with exasperation again. "Whatever, it's your gold." Kerda stands and pulls off her skirt, which isn't entirely necessary since she isn't wearing panties. She stands in front of me with her goods in my face. It's hairless and the skin is smooth and the same green as the rest of her except for the labia with is deep red like her mouth. Her nub is abnormally large and swollen. Nobody would have trouble finding it. It's like the tip of a thumb sticking out from the hood. It's also deep red. Faint moisture coats it and her slit.

Overall her equipment is slightly alien. Just different enough to remind me she isn't human—that she's something other. Although I admit I'm no expert. I don't normally get a view like this except with porn. I mean, I've been with girls and I've certainly stimulated them with my fingers before, but usually it's under their pants or in a dark room. Not full on in my face with the lamplight glinting off the sheen of their arousal.

"Well?" And when this impatient demand doesn't stir me into action, she says, "Look with your hands, not your eyes."

I swallow hard and reach my hand out as though about to put it into a wasp nest. Damn. Why is this so intimidating?

I start by caressing the skin around the important bits and slowly move on to more direct stimulation. As my fingers slide in and out of her slick slit, more exploring than penetrating, I feel a needy itch begin to bother me in my corresponding anatomy. I want to reach down with my other hand and do the same to myself. But Kerda says, "Come on! It's not a delicate flower. Make me feel something!"

So, I press two fingers from my right hand into her hole and begin massaging her nub with the other. This provokes a gratifying moan from the green girl. I keep at it, and she gets more into it, grinding against my hand with each thrust of my fingers. And I get more into it too with the space between my legs feeling emptier and emptier. My nipples are swollen and achingly hard. Both hurt but especially the right one with the ring in it.

"Use your mouth," she says breathlessly.

"What?"

"You've eaten pussy before, haven't you?" She thrusts her pelvis closer to my face. "Eat me!"

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Perhaps its the authority in her voice. Perhaps its my own arousal, but I lean in and lick her juices.

"Ahhh! Yeah!" When my mouth reaches her nub, she grabs my head and presses it to her groin. "That's it! Suck my clit!"

I suck on it. It's like a giant nipple in my mouth, except it bucks and throbs in my lips like a thing alive. After a few minutes, she climbs up on the bed, still holding my face against her, until she has me down on my back and is sitting on my face. For a second or two, I appreciate this as it's a lot more comfortable and easier on my neck. But then, she brings her weight down on me and begins riding my face like a beast in heat. Her hands reach down and each grabs at my breasts. My back arches from the sheet unbridled pleasure of the rough touch, and I moan around her nub.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" she asks and lifts herself up so I can answer.

My mind is screaming: yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, hell yes! But I say, "No, I'm good."

"If you say so." And she returns to pleasuring herself with my face and helping herself to my breasts.

When she's close, she picks up speed and makes animal-like noises. "Un-un-uuugh-unnnhhg!" With one final, might thrust, she unloads a jet of liquid into my mouth and across my face.

My first thought is she's peed on me. But it doesn't smell like pee. I examine it on my fingers and it's clear like water but thicker.

Rolling off of me, she says, "Just a little squirt. Nothing to worry about." She laughs a little. "You look really hot all covered in my mess like that. Are you sure I can't do anything for you? We have all night."

"No. That's okay. I think I'm going to set my sleep-timer now." My mind is skittering around like a rat in a trap. I'm both so aroused and so ashamed. Despite being fully clothed, I feel naked. I know "sleep" will be over in a blip and it won't make me forget anything, but I still hope I will find some solace there.

She laughs a mirthless laugh and gives me a kiss on the lips before flopping down next to me.

* * *

Unlike my other in-game rests. When I accept the timer, I find myself in a black void, not entirely unlike the character creation area.

"Excuse me?"

"Katie? Isn't the AI supposed to not interfere with game play or something like that?"

"No. Not really," I squeak.

"What are you talking about? I had no desire to be a girl. That was all you! And I thought you said the Banshee thing was random?"

The way she says wonderful sends a chill down my spine. It sounds as though it will be anything but wonderful.

"What will you do to me?"

The void is silent, but there's an implied "Mwahahahaha!" ringing in the air.

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