Imaginary Friends Hook Up

Imaginary Friends Hook Up

Can their "real" counterparts get together too?

The mirror was still slightly fogged over. Clay glanced at it after he got out of the shower Monday morning, but something he saw there gave him pause. The foggy image in the mirror was him, and yet it wasn't him.

"Hey guy. How ya doin?"

"Jay?" Could it be?

The image looked down toward Clay's groin. "Dude. You're packin!"

"What?" Clay glanced down too. "Yeah... well I just got out of the shower. It's not really that impressive most of the time. But thanks, I guess."

"Hey. First impressions count."

"Jay, I'm surprised to see you. I haven't seen you in years."

"Nope. Not since you pussied out and quit football sophomore year. Just because you got your bell rung. But I'm always with ya. I'm always looking out for ya. Don't you know that? Don't you remember?"

"I guess I always kind of felt like you were there, somewhere. But still I didn't expect I'd ever actually see you again. Why show up now, after all these years?"

"Cuz you need me, buddy, you and that cock of yours. You're both going to waste. You need some action. You got to get into the game, man!"

"Tell me about it." Clay grabbed hold of his dick. He felt it start to swell. He pulled his hand away and admired himself in the mirror, not just his dick, but all of his naked body. "Not bad," he thought. Not exactly cut, but reasonably fit. There were women out there who might want this body. He didn't know who, exactly, but he felt confident there must be some, somewhere. Then slowly, his reflection morphed into Jay again.

"So here's the deal: It's Kristen, at work, that redhead from Purchasing. She's the one, baby. She's the one. And you gotta go get it."

"What do you mean, 'she's the one?' And how do you know? She barely talks to me. She barely talks to anyone."

"It's the quiet ones that'll get ya, man! I'm telling you. Ya gotta break through that shell. Cuz underneath... oh baby has she got the fire! I'm telling you, that girl will fuck you into next week! Everything you always dreamed of, man. She'll suck your dick just for fun, and like it. She'll be so into you, you'll wonder if you can keep up with her."

"Kristen? Kris? Shy, quiet, withdrawn Kris? How do you know all this? How can you possibly know?"

"Dude, there's a whole world out there you don't even know about. Things going on around you all the time you can't see. That's where I'm at. That's where we all are. Kris has an iffie too, an imaginary friend like me. And her iffie and me, we've been talking. Well... more than talking, actually. Truth is we've been flat out fuckin' for a while now and it's been great! It's been so great it was strong enough to send me back here to talk some sense into you. You gotta go for it, man! Do you want to fucking die alone? Cuz that's where you're headed if you don't get off your ass and do something about it. Kris is the one. I'm telling you she's the one. Make your play."

"How?"

"Just do it you chickenshit! Just do it. It doesn't even matter how. Just do it and maybe I'll be able to help you."

"But she's not really that attractive. I mean, she's OK I guess. But I'm not really that attracted to her."

"Look closer, dumbass! Who are you to be so choosy, anyway? Look closer. Sure, she dresses in all those layers and she doesn't really put much effort into her appearance most days. But it's in there I tell ya. She's got a body that'll surprise you. Look closer. Her face is pretty good too.. It's all there I tell ya, It's all there. Now go get it! She's got a shell you'll have to break through, but I guarantee it's worth it, man!"

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"Kris, are you there?" Kris knew she was drowsy. It was the middle of the night, very early Monday morning actually, and she'd been sleeping only fitfully, drifting in and out in that space where the passage of time is uncertain. She knew she was not fully asleep, and also not fully awake, but she heard the voice. She knew that voice.

"Sissy? Sissy is that you?"

"Yes it's me. I'm back. It's OK. Don't be scared. I came back because you need me."

"I do? What's going on?... Well... I suppose maybe I do. Of course you must know. I haven't been doing so great lately. But is this OK? Am I crazy? I don't want to be crazy. I'm afraid if I talk to you that means I'm crazy."

"Were you crazy before? No. You just needed me is all. And you always kind of knew I wasn't real. I'm not real in your world. But I'm still real. And you need me, so I'm here for you."

"Yes I do, Sissy. I really fucking do need you. I'm a mess. My life is shit. All I do is work, and work is boring. I don't have a boyfriend. I barely have any friends at all. All I want to do is lay in bed and play with myself. I feel like I've just been treading water, and now I'm sinking. I am so fucking lonely!"

"I know, Kris, I know. That's why I'm here. It's OK. I promise you It's gonna be OK. I can help you. You can trust me. I may be imaginary but you know I'm your best friend. I will always be your best friend. I'm always with you, no matter what."

"I know. Thank you, Sissy. Thank you for being here for me. So what is it you have to tell me?"

"It's time, Kris, it's time now. The bad stuff is far in the past. You understand it wasn't you. You're stronger. You're strong enough now. It's time to let someone in."

"Are you sure? How can you know?"

"I'm sure. You're strong enough now that even if someone hurts you, you can get through it and get past it. It won't crush you like before. It's just scar tissue, and scar tissue makes you tougher. You can do this."

"You think so?"

"I know so. But the best part is you won't be alone. There's a really good guy that can help you, a guy that I know is right for you. He won't hurt you. Even if he makes a few mistakes---and he probably will---he won't really hurt you. You've got to take a chance now. You're not a kid anymore. You might not have a lot more opportunities, especially the way you've been going. This could be the one. He could be the one."

"Who? Who could be the one?"

"Clay. Clay Barnes."

"At work? That guy from Product Development?"

"Yes. That's him."

"How do you know?"

"Clay's got an iffie too. Not everybody has one, but for those who do, all of us iffies are together in our world. We can all talk to each other, but each of you can only talk to one of us. His iffie's name is Jay."

"Whoa. There's a whole separate world we can't see?"

"It's true. It's kind of like a spirit world, but we're here. I know it's hard to understand."

"So you're like in communication with Clay's spirit double? That's so weird... and so cool!"

"That's just how it is for us. But for you sometimes there can be a real bonus, like what I'm telling you today. I've been talking to Jay, Clay's iffie, and Kris, we really hit it off. I really like him. I mean really like him. And if I like Jay, that means you're almost certain to like Clay, once you get to know him."

"So you and Clay's iffie, like... I'm getting the feeling like you're more than friends?"

"Way more. Way, way more. One thing led to another and..."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes I did! And Kris let me tell you it's been wonderful. It's been fucking fantastic! The best ever!"

"Sissy, you slut!"

"I'm not a slut, I'm you. And I need this for you. We need this. Jay's going to work on Clay, and I'm gonna work on you, and together we're going to make this happen for us, for all of us. Trust me, you won't be sorry."

"Oh my god." In that moment Kris realized that something might actually happen. In her silly little uneventful life, she thought it was just possible that something might actually happen.

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Clay knew he'd been in a rut. He knew he was starting to spiral down. At 27, he was five years into his first job and he already felt like he was heading nowhere. He was drinking too much, smoking too much weed, watching too much porn, and didn't really feel like doing anything else. "What's the point?" he thought. "What's the point in anything?" His college friends had all gone their separate ways after graduation. He hadn't made any real friends at work. He hadn't had a girlfriend in five years. He hadn't even been on a date in three.

Clay knew he had potential. At school he had won awards. His job was considered a plum position--at the time he'd landed it at least--even if from the inside it seemed far more routine and unexciting. Perhaps the only thing he had to show for his life up to now was that job. Since he didn't really do much outside of work, he had managed to not only pay off his loans, he'd also saved up about $150K. He figured that could be a downpayment for a house one day for himself and his (currently nowhere on the horizon) future wife.

By comparison, Kris might have seemed to have her life more together. At 26, she was three years out of school and was earning outstanding performance reviews. Thanks to help getting through school from her grandparents, she was debt-free with an excellent credit rating. She had two close friends. One was a friend from childhood now in a committed lesbian relationship. The other was a friend from high school who was recently married and now expecting.

Just months before, Kris had moved out of her parent's house for the first time to live on her own. She was excited to establish some independence, but to be honest, if it weren't for a little not-so-gently nudging, she might have stayed at home. Kris was not adventurous. She knew she had anxiety issues, but she had come a long way. She was still a virgin who had never had a boyfriend. There was definitely a part of her that wanted one. But an abuse incident when she was 12 had complicated things when it came to her feelings about sex.

Kris had been through therapy. She knew she'd made good progress. She was proud of how far she'd come, even though it had taken longer than she might have hoped. She wanted a boyfriend. She had felt for a while now like she might be ready for a boyfriend. But the problem was, having made it through both high school and college without all the experiences "normal" girls went through, she felt hopelessly far behind.

Her two close girlfriends knew she'd been abused. She wasn't raped, she was fondled by her pastor. It had taken years to sort out her feelings about the pleasure, guilt, shame, and confusion from those times. Her friends tried to be understanding. They didn't push her to get into anything with a guy before she was ready. But Kris also knew she was prone to self-pity, and her friends were starting to get impatient with her. They were moving on with their own lives. She was impatient with herself too, and then felt defeated by how hard it all seemed.

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Arriving at work on Monday morning Clay turned the corner and stepped quickly to catch the elevator before the doors could close. He made it, but only because a hand had reached out to stop the door.

"Thanks."

"No problem." It was Kris who had stopped the door.

Now Kris and Clay were the only two in the elevator on the ride up to the 6th floor, where they both worked. It struck them both immediately that they were now face to face with the very same person their imaginary counterparts had been pushing them towards earlier that same morning. They both fought for something to say, anything at all.

Kris found something first. "I hate when that happens... missing the elevator I mean, especially when there's somebody that could have let you on, but didn't."

"Yeah. Me too. Thanks again, Kris." Clay tried to smile sincerely, and was sure to use her name. He had spoken to her similarly a couple times before, but he wasn't sure he'd ever used her name directly to her face. He tried to look more closely, as Jay had told him to, but he had to be quick about it, before he turned to face the door.

While the elevator travelled up, Clay had a minute to silently reflect. Maybe Jay was right. Maybe she was better looking than he had noticed before. She always wore her hair pulled back, and he couldn't remember ever noticing what clothes she wore. She just never drew any kind of attention to herself. When the door opened on the 6th floor, he let Kris exit first, so he could look again. She had on her coat and he couldn't get much sense of her body, but it did seem very possible that Jay might be right about that too.

Kris noticed that Clay had used her name. His smile was kind, polite, friendly enough. Had his iffie already reached out to him too? Sissy had said Clay's iffie, Jay, would be "working on him." What did that mean, exactly? Sissy said she had a strong sexual connection with Jay. Was Jay talking about stuff like that with Clay too? Kris was glad she'd stopped the elevator, and glad she hadn't been completely tongue-tied, even though her stomach had been turning somersaults the whole time.

Kris felt a little extra charge at work starting that very day. It was like in addition to all her other senses, she now had "Claydar," an almost constant awareness of where Clay was in proximity to her, and what he might be doing. Like blips on a radar screen, she might lose the signal for a moment, and then "blip," there it was again. Clay. Right now he was over at the copy machine.

Clay wanted to look at her again, to study her. Jay said it was time to "make a move" on her, but how? When? Clay's basic orientation was to study a problem and then try to find a solution. So he set his mind to the problem of Kris. He figured out that when he was standing at the copy machine, he could get a sight line straight to her desk, but indirect enough so that she likely wouldn't even notice him looking.

Clay lifted the top part of the copier to sort of hide behind it while he looked at Kris. She was pretty the way the sunlight was hitting her just then. Her face looked relaxed, pleasant. She was facing her computer but it didn't look like she was doing anything, just kind of gazing off dreamily.

"Dude!"

Clay looked down at the glass on the copier. It was Jay.

"Dude, don't be a creeper! You're gonna fucking blow it, man. What are you, 14? Just go up and talk to her for Chrissakes!"

"I know. I will. I'm just trying to get a little more info, figure out the best way."

"Dude, this is not a problem you can solve. This is a girl, a woman. A woman is not a 'problem' you can solve with logic and analysis. Try it like that and you will fail every time. I guaran-fucking-tee it."

"So what then?"

"It's all about the experience, the feeling. I told you. Just fucking talk to her. It almost literally does not matter what you say. Do you hear me? It does. not. matter. It's about the feeling. Even if you say something completely fucking stupid, if the feeling is right, you're gonna be OK. And the feeling is this: You like what you know about her so far, and you would really like to get to know her better. That's it."

"But what if she doesn't like me?"

"If she doesn't like you, you're fucked. There's nothing you can do about it. You're not gonna change her mind or win her over or some Hollywood shit just because you have the perfect 'meet cute' or opening line. C'mon, you know this shit!. If it's a 'no,' you can change it up, give her time and then ask again, but that's not gonna be a problem here. I'm telling you. She's gonna like you. So just talk to her. Fucking dumbshit. I wonder why I bother."

"You're right."

"Of course I'm right."

"OK I'll go."

"Do it now."

"I'm going..."

Clay closed the lid on the copier and walked over to Kris' desk. He squatted down so he could be more face-to-face.

"Hi Kris."

"Hi Clay."

"Kris, I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to come right out and say it. Bumping into you in the elevator this morning just kind of sparked an idea with me. I've seen you around here for a while now and... well... are you seeing anybody right now?"

"No..." Kris could feel the lump in her chest.

"Great... I mean... what I'm trying to say is... I don't know you really all that well, but from what I do know I think you could be somebody really interesting. I'd like to get to know you better. So can I buy you lunch? Coffee? Whatever you'd like."

"Sure, Clay. I'd like that."

"Great! You want to do lunch today? We could go today, or some other time. Whatever is good."

"Well... I brought my lunch today, but... it doesn't matter. My tuna fish sandwich will keep. Sure. Let's go today."

"The cafe across the street? The closer we are the more time we'll have to talk."

"Sounds great."

"I'll swing by your desk at noon then. Noon?"

"I'll see you then, Clay."

"See you then."

Clay stood up and walked back to his desk, pretty happy with himself. That wasn't so bad, he thought. A little awkward but it was OK. Jay was right! She was even passing up the lunch she'd brought today to have lunch with him. That was a good sign! Now he just had to hope their lunch date went well.

Kris was happy. Things were happening. Things were moving! For the first time in almost two years, a guy had actually asked her out! Sissy was right. Kris was already starting to get nervous for lunch. She probably wouldn't be able to eat anything. She hoped she hadn't seemed too eager, too desperate, what with agreeing to today and telling him she'd brought her lunch and all. But fuck it. Sissy seemed to know something about this guy. Maybe this could be the start...

"So, Krissss... pardon me for asking, but what was THAT all about?" It was Barbara, an older lady in her work group who sat diagonal from and two desks behind Kris. Barbara was kind of a busybody, but in a motherly way. She reminded Kris of one of her mother's friends. She never saw Barbara outside of work, but at work, Barbara was probably her closest thing to a friend.

"What?"

"With Clay Barnes, just now. That looked... interesting."

"Oh that. He just wanted to talk is all. To set up a meeting. We were trying to set up a meeting."

"OK. Have it your way. But that looked a little more... interesting... than most meetings around here. I've been around, you know. And I'm right here if you want to talk. He is kinda cute."

"Sure, Barbara. I know. But it was nothing, really. You think he's cute?"

"Honey, if I was single and thirty years younger... I'd jump on that in a heartbeat!" Barbara laughed. Then Kris laughed too.

Kris and Clay's lunch date was... a little slow at first. They covered all the basics about work and family. No red flags were raised. Clay did let slip that he was saving up for a house. He asked her opinion about whether it would be better to buy a house as a single person, or wait and pick it out together once he found someone to settle down with. Kris wondered if there was a chance she might be that someone, but she didn't want to jump that far ahead yet.

Kris gave her honest opinion. "You never know. You might never find that person. Just from a financial standpoint it probably makes more sense to buy now. Your investment will probably only go up. And if you find that girl, and she doesn't like the house, you can always sell it and get a different one."

Clay liked that she was practical and down-to-earth. She really was nicer looking when you got up close and really talked to her. She had cute freckles across the bridge of her nose. And as much as the surface, Clay thought the inner Kris was also shining through and making her more attractive. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Her eyes were nice. Of course on a first lunch date he didn't try to stare deeply into them. But what really hit him was the sound of her voice.

Her voice just seemed to have a quality, something that reached inside him. It was like it communicated so much of who she really was, even more than the things she was saying. They talked about all the standard surface details you have to cover in getting to know someone, and that went fine. But all the really important communication seemed to be nonverbal.

Kris felt it too. Clay was just very easy to talk to. It seemed like he was sincerely interested in her. She felt comfortable, like Clay was someone she could enjoy spending time with.

Kris was wondering when she'd hear from Sissy again, half expecting to, and that night as she lay in bed, trying to get to sleep, Sissy came back. "So... how'd it go?"

"Good. I think it went really good. I feel good about it."

"When are you seeing him again?"

That's when the anxiety hit her. They hadn't set a follow-up date. They hadn't exchanged phone numbers. What if she was wrong? What if he didn't like her? At least they worked at the same place. He couldn't ghost her. But then didn't that make it worse? She'd have to face him again and again?

Sissy tried to be reassuring. "Relax. He'll ask you out again. He was probably just as nervous as you and just didn't think of it. And if he doesn't, you can ask him out. This ain't the 1950's anymore. A girl can do that, you know."

"I know, but I'm not sure I could..."

"Sure you could. I can help you. But probably it won't come to that. Let's just see how tomorrow goes."

Tomorrow went great. Clay was at her desk first thing, apologizing for not following up. They set a dinner date for that Friday, and exchanged cell numbers.

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Their Friday dinner date went well. They followed up by going to the zoo Sunday afternoon. They met for lunch a couple times during the next work week, they exchanged a few text messages. They were starting to genuinely like each other a lot. A day trip to the beach was planned for the following weekend.

Clay thought the beach, with the wind and the water and the waves, would be a great place for a first kiss. He didn't want to push things too fast. He knew she was shy and he wanted her to feel comfortable first. But he also knew he wanted a romantic relationship, not just a friendship. It was time to see how much she wanted the same. So far, he'd felt like he was on pretty firm ground. He hadn't needed Jay, and Jay had not appeared.

Kris certainly noticed that Clay had not yet tried to kiss her. She wasn't too experienced with dating but she'd been on a few. Most of those guys tried to kiss her after their first date. She'd kissed the couple she liked. Kris had no problem with kissing. She liked it. With those boys she'd been fine until they'd reached for her boobs or tried to get into her pants.

But the last time things had gotten even that far had been four years ago. This time, she wanted to try with Clay. Alone in bed at night she fantasized about what it would feel like to kiss him, to have his hands touching her, even to have him going down on her. She couldn't help it. She even fantasized about what it would feel like to have him pushing his cock inside her.

She really wanted to get there this time, without panicking or freaking out, without the bad thoughts crowding in. It was exciting because Sissy had told her Clay could be the one, but still she had doubts. She confided in Sissy during another restless night.

"I think maybe I don't know how to be sexy. I've spent so much time trying not to send those signals that maybe now that I really want to, I'm not sure how."

"Don't worry about that. Let nature take care of itself. He's got hormones, and you've got hormones, and eventually all that will work itself out."

"Yeah well just relying on hormones hasn't exactly been working out for me so far. I know I'm not the most beautiful girl, but I don't want him to just like me. I want him to be... you know... turned on. I know sometimes guys have wanted me before, but then it was never a guy I really really liked. Now I find one I like, and I'm not feeling like he's hot for me."

"You know this stuff: eye contact, smiling, all the basics. I'm sure that'll be enough. You are pretty. You really are, and he likes the way you look. If you want to dial it up a little you could wear something a little more fun, in a brighter color, even white. Why don't you just wear a white t-shirt to the beach, and then no bra. You've got the tits for it. You know you do!"

"Oh my god Sissy I could never..."

"Sure you can. Your tits are fantastic. You know he's gonna go crazy for them if you ever give him the chance. Look, you can wear a jacket over the top. It's the beach. You can keep it zipped up. But you'll know you've got no bra on, so you'll feel sexy and daring. Then if the moment hits you can unzip it, either part way or all the way, and give him a better tease."

"Do you really think I could?"

"I know you can. Like I said, you can always keep your jacket zipped up."

"Is there anything else? What else can I do?"

"Well a good perfume couldn't hurt, but you'd probably do just as well by making yourself wet, sticking a finger down there, and then dabbing a little behind each ear."

"Oh my god Sissy you're so dirty! That couldn't really help, could it?"

"I think it could. Maybe because of pheromones. Maybe just cuz you'd know what you did, and it would give you a secret thrill. You can also just spend your time with him, while you're talking about the sand or the sun or whatever, just thinking about kissing him. Or think about what it would feel like to have his face between your legs. Think about what it would feel like to have his cock inside you."

"Oh my god, Sissy!"

"Try it! You know we're all just animals underneath it all. Don't be afraid to get in touch with your animal side."

"I don't want him to think I'm a slut."

"And what? If he thinks you're a slut he might try and fuck you? Remember you want him to fuck you! Besides, he already knows you're not a slut. He's seen you bunches of times not being a slut. Now, if you show him your slutty side, he'll think he's special, like you don't show it to everybody but you're showing it to him."

"And that would be the truth."

"Exactly. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"I know I've got it inside me. I jill myself all the time thinking about him now. Oh my god can I do it? Can I really do it?"

"You can. And you will. And you won't regret it."

Saturday morning Clay woke up early. His morning wood was crying out for attention. He had to get right into the shower to stop himself from taking care of it. He didn't believe in taking the edge off before a date to be more relaxed. Clay believed in keeping the edge on to help himself be more aggressive, to help avoid the trap of just being the "nice guy." Maybe it was bullshit, but he felt that had helped him get his only two girlfriends, and was maybe the explanation for why he had missed out on others.

Clay saw Jay in the mirror again when he got out of the shower and confronted him.

"I like her. But you said she'd be hot for me, totally into me, and I'm not seeing it. I really like being around her, but I'm not seeing that spark. She seems a little cold. Sex is important to me. Not to say it's the most important thing, but I don't want to live the rest of my life with someone who only does it cuz it's her duty or something."

"Dude, you haven't even kissed her. Don't get ahead of yourself. I told you she's got a shell, and you haven't even tried to break through it. What you have done, is a pretty good job of softening her up. Just spend time with her. What are you looking for, man? Yeah, I know you want to bone her, but you know you're really looking for more, right? You want a forever someone, a partner for life. You can afford to be a little patient. Don't jump ahead. You haven't even given her a chance."

"You're right. It's not just that I want to fuck her. I want to connect with her deeper than that too. Yeah, I admit I am thinking we might possibly have a future together, and I don't want to fuck that up."

"With some it just takes longer, man. She has to know she can trust you. She's been hurt. There's scars you can't see. Once she knows it's OK to trust you, then the dam will break. It's gonna be worth it."

"Yeah, OK. Even if I kiss her and it doesn't go great, I can give it more time. She seems like a really good person, like someone I could even see myself married to if we can just get the chemistry to spark."

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In the middle of the night early Saturday morning, Kris was once again sleeping only fitfully. Her thoughts drifted to Clay, as she found was happening more and more. She wanted to touch herself. She heard the familiar voice in her head.

"Kris you know you're getting closer now with Clay, right? Like he's probably going to kiss you today, and it could go even farther. Baby you might want to hold off on the masturbation a little bit."

"Huh? Why?"

"We have to talk about expectations. You know that nobody, no other person, it doesn't matter how good a lover he is, can possibly know your body as good as you can. You might not even have an orgasm with Clay, especially at first. It might take a few times for you to get comfortable and for him to learn you. And even when he does, the orgasms he gives you might not be as strong, might not be as 'good' as the ones you can give yourself with your fingers or your toys."

"Yeah, I know..."

"So if you can hold off for just a little while you might give yourself a better chance."

"Yeah but it's hard cuz all I want to do is think about what it will be like with him."

"And when you do fantasize it's about more than just how hard you can cum, right? It's also about the connection, about really connecting with another person. You might not cum harder when you really are with him, but overall it's better and you'll feel better about it."

"I guess..."

"It's really about giving, Kris. You've got so much love to give! Think about how much fun it will be to give him that love, and to see it returned. I'm talking about more than just sex, but in bed especially. Think about how much fun it will be to give him an orgasm, to make him feel that good. Your body can do that for him. Your mind can do that for him. Sex should be the ultimate form of connection, and it can be. But it might take a little while to get there. To build true intimacy. You have to hold off on touching yourself for a little while to open yourself up to the experience of receiving his touch."

"It's not going to be easy..."

"Masturbation is always going to be there for you. It doesn't go away. It's always an option. You can watch each other masturbate. You can masturbate each other. But give yourself a chance to share your sexuality, to open it up to another person. It'll be different, but be open to new feelings, new experiences... and focus on the giving."

"OK. I think I can do that."

"If it's right, he'll do the same, he'll be trying to give to you. That's what making love is all about, giving to each other, tuning in to each other."

"I hope we can get there... and soon!"

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It was late afternoon at the beach. The weather was cloudy and windy. The light was starting to fade ever so slightly. Kris and Clay had been walking barefoot through the wet sand, holding hands. They hadn't said anything for the last few seconds. Suddenly Clay stopped, and turned to Kris as the wind gently whipped her hair. He wordlessly looked into her eyes, brought his hand up to brush the hair off her face, and kissed her.

Their lips were soft, and warm together. They warmed to each other, and kissed a second time, and third, each better than the last.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

"I've been hoping you would."

"We should probably do that some more then."

"I agree."

They kissed again. Their tongues met as they fell into each other, feeling each other, tasting the desire that was under the surface, letting it out to play as they continued to kiss. It took a few seconds to realize that their arms were now around each other, holding each other tight, one hand at the back of each other's head.

Clay finally pulled back and smiled at Kris. "I guess maybe it was worth the wait."

She returned his smile. "Yeah. Could be..."

They held hands again and resumed walking, in silence for a while, but glancing at each other now and then, only to smile. Kris unzipped her jacket as they walked. She wondered if he would notice. Clay had been mulling over an idea, not sure if he should mention it. Then, glancing at Kris, he wasn't positive, but what he thought he saw gave him the courage.

"I've been thinking... We don't have to go home. I can get us a hotel room and we can stay... if you like. We don't have to. I can take you home too. But... it's just an idea."

"Oh you tempt me..." Kris wasn't sure what to say. She did know she liked where his mind was going. It was too soon. They'd only just kissed. But that kiss was really good, and she'd already been going there in her mind. She was old enough...

Clay stopped walking and looked into Kris's eyes. "I keep thinking about how much I'd really like to wake up with you. I think that would be wonderful, to have you be the first thing I see in the morning. We don't even have to make love. I just want to spend time with you."

"You make me want to say yes."

"So say yes then. Look. I'm not going to lie. I would love to make love with you. But I'm not going to pressure you if you're not ready for that."

"I don't know if I'm ready. Part of me really wants to, but..."

"Really, it's OK. Whatever you decide." She believed he sincerely meant it.

"OK then. Let's stay. Go ahead and get us a room."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I would love to spend a romantic weekend at the beach with you, Clay."

They stopped to get wine, bread, and cheese at a little market, then found a room with one queen size bed, overlooking the surf. Hungry after their long day, they made themselves a small meal and ate it in their room. Clay couldn't help stealing the occasional glance at Kris's chest. Kris noticed. She liked that he was looking. And she liked knowing that apparently she was responsible for the bulge she saw in his pants too.

After they'd eaten, and finished the remainder of the wine, Kris said, "I think I'd like to take a shower."

"Well why don't you? Go ahead... I could even join you if you like?"

"Mmmmm. You're tempting me again... but no. I think I've got this. Just a shower, OK?"

"Of course. Anything you like. Maybe I can go after you?"

Kris went into the bathroom and got in the shower. Clay couldn't help picturing in his mind what he was missing by not being there with her. He took advantage of the opportunity to touch his hard cock, which had been constantly begging for attention. He knew it might be hard to sleep if he didn't get some action, but regardless. He wasn't going to pressure Kris. She'd already shown him enough to make it worth the wait, if he had to wait.

In the shower, with the steady stream of hot water penetrating into her scalp and flowing down all around her, Kris silently hoped for Sissy, and suddenly she was there.

"Sissy, should I just do it now, should I just fuck him? What if he doesn't like my body? What if he thinks my boobs aren't big enough or he thinks my pussy is ugly?"

"That's not going to be a problem. You felt how he wanted you when you kissed him. You've seen the tent in his pants ever since. You've got nothing to worry about. He wants you."

"What if his cock is really small?"

"Again. You saw the tent in his pants. Did that look small to you? It's clearly not 'micro' so it's going to be just fine."

"What if he dumps me after he gets what he wants and then he goes after some hotter girl?"

"He's not that type, and besides, that's where you show him that no other girl is going to be as into him as you are. You just open up and let him see the real you, the horny you that's been dying to get out and just waiting for the right guy. And the beauty of it is that's where it works for you, too. The more you give, the more you get."

"Do I need to tell him about the abuse, about why I've been slow?"

"You can, and I'm sure he'd be patient and kind. But you don't have to. You can tell him someday, if you want to, but you don't have to. If you tell him then he will have that in his head when he's with you. Do you really want to put that on him? He's not dumb. He probably already knows there's some reason you're like this. He just doesn't know what it is. So yeah, tell him someday, but not at first. At least see how it goes when he doesn't have that in his head when he's with you. If it doesn't go great, then you can tell him why and you can work through it together. On the other hand, everything might go great and you won't even feel the need to tell him. You can just have sex and enjoy each other without all that stuff hanging over you.""

"OK. You're right."

"And you don't have to fuck him tonight, either. There's no reason to rush. There's lots of stuff you can do if you want to take some time to build up to that."

Kris came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel. She smiled beguilingly at Clay. "Your turn," she said, walking past him to sit on the bed. She did not remove the towel. Clearly she had no plans to. She didn't even tease it.

With the thought of all that soft skin and everything else out there waiting for him, Clay did not dawdle in the shower, but he did take a moment after he was out, for a quick check-in with Jay in the steam-covered mirror.

"It's looking good, Jay. It's looking like tonight's the night. Any last words of advice?"

"Just this: She wants to show you the fire she has. She just has to know it's safe. The bonus is that when she does, that's a one man kind of woman. She will give herself only to you. You won't have to worry about her getting pulled by other guys. She'll be yours all the way baby!"

When Clay came out of the bathroom the lights had been all turned down low. The only light in the room was from the bathroom, and from the moonlight coming in through the big picture window of their 3rd floor room, up high enough above the surf that nobody could see in, especially not as far in as the bed. Kris was in that bed, covered by a sheet. He saw her towel on the chair where she had also laid her clothes.

It was at that moment, wearing only a towel that was tenting up in front, that it hit him. He didn't have any condoms. He hadn't been planning for this. He had dared to dream of the possibility, but didn't want to set himself up for disappointment. He figured he could pick some up in time if the occasion called for it. But now here he was, and the optimal time had clearly passed. There was nothing to do but confess.

"Kris, you look amazing. And I have been so looking forward to this. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this. But I just realized... I don't have any condoms." Kris looked momentarily shocked. Clay continued, "I'm so sorry to break the mood. But I can go get some. It'll only take a minute."

Clay noticed that Kris seemed relieved. She sat up a little on the bed, but still kept the sheet covering her below the shoulders. "No. It's OK. You don't need to get any. I like the mood the way it is, and I don't want to wait here while you go out. I was thinking about this. I don't really want condoms anyway. I want to feel you, all of you, the natural way. I wanted to be ready, but I just started the pill two days ago. It'll be five more days until I know I'm safe. We'll just have to be creative until then."

"Creative? Creative how?" Clay was thinking he might like where this was going.

"There's other stuff we can do. I'm sure we'll think of something. Why don't you come over here?"

Clay walked over to the bed. He hesitated a moment, and then threw off his towel to expose himself to her. He stood there, letting her look. His cock was fully hard, jutting out and slightly up, full of need and desire for her. He lifted the sheet to see her naked underneath, but she clutched it to her breasts and drew one leg up to hide herself.

"Hey! No fair!" Clay laughed as he jumped onto the bed to burrow in under the sheet, aiming for her midsection. He got his head past her leg to kiss her belly, and then he worked his way up as she slowly released her grip on the sheet and he buried his face between her breasts, kissing and nuzzling, then up to her neck and finally her lips. She felt his body against hers, and his hard cock hot against her still drawn up leg.

Their kisses, at first urgent, grew reassuring as they fell into each other. And then he sensed her getting nervous. Clay pulled back and held Kris's face in his hand. "You're safe with me. I'm here for you. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do, and I'm not going to run away. I want to be your lover, yes, but I also want to be your friend, OK? I'm right beside you. Whatever you need, I'm with you."

"Clay, could you just touch me?"

"I would love to touch you." He traced an arc with his finger, starting at her forehead, down and across her face, over her lips, down her throat to her collarbone. "Is this ok?"

"Yes."

He traced a path down, around her left breast and from under it back up to her nipple, which was now hard. He circled it. He could hear her breathing growing strained. She moaned when he touched it, then vibrated his finger there for a moment before continuing down to her bellybutton. He drew curves around her abdomen down to her waist. "Is this ok?"

"Yes."

Clay's finger went lower, drawing curves until it touched hair that she had trimmed, just in case. Her legs were laid flat now, but still together. Then the curves grew wide, down around her thigh, and then over to the other, touching the top of her bush, and moving back to the thigh again, around and over, back and forth. He traced down through her hair, pushing gently between her legs. She jumped when he finally touched it. He laid his hand flat against her, and slid it down to cover all of her. She parted her legs slightly.

"Tell me how you like to be touched."

"You're doing good."

Keeping one hand cupping her pussy, Clay leaned in to kiss her. She returned his kiss with passion, and with longing. She'd been longing for a lover's touch. For years she'd been longing, and now he was here. His fingers dug into her gently, swirling. She was very wet. His fingers started to circle her clit, maintaining the pressure, moving faster and faster.

He pulled back to look at her. His eyes found hers. And then she came. Her eyes rolled back as the spasms rocked her and rolled through her and he slowed his hand motions into a gentle massage. At last she opened her eyes and smiled.

"You're beautiful when you cum. I like doing that for you. I will do that for you, and use my tongue too, any time you like."

"Really?"

"Really. I would absolutely love to lick you, and taste you. Do you want me to do that right now?"

"You don't need me to do you too?"

"No. I really like to do that for you. I don't need anything in return."

"But what if I want to?"

"Well... if you WANT to... I wouldn't say no..."

Kris smiled. Gingerly she traced a path down Clay's chest, just as he had done for her. She could see his hard cock waiting as she grew closer. It was suspended above his abdomen, pulsing with each beat of his heart. A drop of liquid formed at the tip.

Kris circled down to his thighs to avoid touching it yet. It seemed too large to fit inside her or to take very far into her mouth. She let her fingers brush lightly over his balls, and then dip into that liquid at the tip, and spread it around the head. It was slick and he was smooth. She gripped around his shaft. Her fingers couldn't quite fit around it. She felt him pulsing. "Tell me what you want to do to me with this thing."

"Hmmmm. I want that thing, as you call it, to be your new best friend. I want it to make you happy. I want it to make you feel really good. I want it to touch some very special parts of you. You decide where and when.

"Can I just play with it for a while?"

"You can play with it all you like. I am happy to be your boy toy."

"How's this? Does that feel good?" Kris squeezed and stroked him.

"You can squeeze a little harder, and stroke a little farther down and farther up. That's it. Then try both hands, and rolling it between your palms.... You can tease it with your fingers, from the crown to the tip, like this. And that spot, underneath right below the tip, if you work on that I'll probably cum pretty fast. And of course he always likes a little kiss."

"Is this cum?" She touched the new drop that had formed at the tip again.

Kris had seemed shy, and Clay had wondered of course, but it really didn't hit him until that moment that she was probably a virgin. They hadn't discussed any boyfriends, and he had sensed inexperience, but simply thought it unlikely that he might be her first.

Clay had only been with two girls, and one of those had been a one time only drunken hookup. He knew enough not to assume that every other girl would be like his ex girlfriend. So maybe he would be Kris's first? If so he was determined to be gentle and understanding.

"That's pre-cum. It's kind of the guy equivalent of your natural lubrication. You can taste it, if you want. That's so amazingly sexy."

She brought her finger to her lips. "Doesn't taste bad. A little salty I've never... I've never sucked one."

"It's OK. You don't have to."

"I want to." She took him gently into her mouth and bobbed up and down with lips latched on and slight suction. "Am I doing good? I want to be good for you."

"You're doing great. And you'll do even better with practice. If you use your hands at the same time, that will help make it more intense. If you keep that up, I'm going to cum soon."

"I want you to cum."

"Can I make a request?"

"Please."

"Can I slide it in between your breasts?"

"Don't you want to cum in my mouth? Or maybe on my face?"

"I do want to do that sometime, but maybe some other time. Tonight I want to cum between those magnificent tits you've been teasing me with all night."

She laughed. "OK."

Clay straddled her. "Now hold your tits together, just like that." He stuck his cock between them, and pushed in. "Now that feels really good. And you look so sexy! You're driving me insane!"

He fucked her tits, forward and back. He played with her nipples. "You can touch them too if you want." She did while he propped himself up with one hand and stroked the side of her face with the other. "I'm gonna cum soon. Now open your mouth. We might get lucky."

A couple more strokes and thick streams of cum surged out of Clay's cock. One did land on Kris's upper lip, in her mouth, and trailed down her chin, the rest hit under her chin, between her breasts, and down her neck where it pooled at the base of her throat. Kris savored the taste of her one small sample and smiled. She looked up and was pleased to see complete satisfaction on Clay's face as he smiled down at her.

Clay got off her. "I'll get a towel to help clean you up."

"There's so much. I didn't think there'd be so much. Do you always cum so much?"

"Not always. But you inspired me. You're very inspiring."

"I can't wait to feel you do that inside me." Her eyes were on fire as she thought of it. She was inspired too. "Wait." She stopped Clay as he was getting up. "No towel." Clay looked on, puzzled. Then Kris sat up a little and propped herself against an extra pillow.. She looked Clay straight in the eye. Cum was now dripping down off her chin, and down from her clavicle in a thick white stream flowing down between her breasts. She brought her hands up into the stream of cum, first one and then the other, and proceeded to rub it all around her breasts, squeezing and massaging them.

She continued to rub it in, smearing the remaining cum all down her belly, down below her waist, until she spread her legs and dug her cum-covered fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Then she began to circle her clit with her right hand, and circle her hard nipples with her left, all while continuing to look at Clay with a desperate, hungry look. "I really want to feel that inside me," she breathed.

Kris continued to touch herself, pleasuring herself, showing Clay how much she wanted him. Clay was transfixed. He sat back on the bed. He could not take his eyes off the spectacle he saw in front of him. Kris began to breathe deeply, then erratically. Her fingers strummed across her clit at lightning speed. And then she closed her eyes and she came for him. Only for him. She opened her eyes. The tension drained from her face, and she smiled. "See what you've got to look forward to? I want to do everything with you."

"Holy shit."

Then Kris started to laugh. "I can't believe I just did that! My god Clay what you do to me!" Then she hesitated, pulled her legs up, and wrapped them in her arms, holding herself like a ball.

Clay could tell she was starting to get embarrassed. He crawled over to hold her. "That was incredible, Kris. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I am so glad you felt like you could show that to me."

"Really?" She sounded unsure.

"Really. I promised I am here for you, and I am. I'm here, ok? You couldn't get rid of me now if you tried."

Kris broke down in tears. Clay held her as she cried. After a brief cry, they cuddled.

"Kris, does this make you officially my girlfriend?" Clay asked.

"Only if it makes you my boyfriend."

"I guess it's settled then. We're official."

"I like the sound of that... boyfriend."

Kris fell asleep nestled in Clay's arms.

Kris woke up in the middle of the night again, sleeping fitfully, as she always did. But this time she did not call out to Sissy. She was alone with her own thoughts. She let herself go back to the bad times.

Her abuse, that was nothing like this. That was just power, an evil man exerting his power over her. What she'd felt way back then was just a simple physiological response. It was biology, that's all, and that man had manipulated the confusion of a young and still forming mind to his sick power advantage. Tonight with Clay had shown her she could put that all out of her mind.

That was then. This, now, with Clay, was something different. She was fully herself now, not forming but formed. She was a woman, and he would be her man. They could be together as woman and man. It was the most natural thing in all the world. Others had it. Now she could have it too. She felt at peace with herself like she could never remember feeling. She snuggled back up to Clay and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning Kris woke to the sensation of Clay's fingers gently circling her clit. His fingers didn't know her the same way she knew herself, but still it was so nice to be close to him. She liked that he was touching her. It made her feel like she was his. Once he knew she was awake he also began kissing her neck behind her ear, and softly squeezing her breast. Experiencing all of him, all at once like this, both in her body and in her mind, was overwhelming. It wasn't long until he sent her soaring.

He held her as she came down, and that was so nice. She just let herself enjoy it for a moment. Then he released her, and started to move his body around. She didn't want him to let go. Why was he letting go? And then he moved to part her legs and oh no! Did that mean? She resisted at first, then she saw his eyes and she let him. She trusted him. She would let him do anything.

Clay feasted his eyes on what he'd been touching, spread out before him.

"You're beautiful," he said, before stretching out on the bed with his head between her legs. He kissed her inner lips, before drawing his tongue across them. "And delicious."

His kisses and his tongue sent Kris swirling. This feeling was different. These sensations were new. Not just fingers but warm, and wet, and soft, and oh my god so nice! It was better even than she'd imagined. She let him take her. This was heavenly. This was wonderful. He was circling now, getting closer and closer to her clit. She felt it building. This was going to be a big one. Then he found it, and sucked her in while his tongue kept swirling and she lost it. She gave everything to him and he stayed with her, all the way. She thought her orgasm might never end! Then eventually it was over.

"That was incredible," she said when she finally caught her breath. "That was... so good. Now you have to let me do you. I really want to do this for you." She pushed Clay onto his back and took up position between his legs. His cock was completely hard. She grabbed his shaft with one hand. "You're so big. You're so big and hard for me. I love it."

Clay propped himself up so he could watch her. Her eyes were full of desire to please as she sweetly kissed the head, and then gently licked all around it. She bathed his cock in her kisses.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want me to do."

"You're doing great. That's really nice." Then he realized she might not just be asking for encouragement. She might need a little coaching, but her enthusiasm alone was infectious, and almost enough by themselves. "Use your hand and tongue in combination while you suck me."

Kris did as she was told. She knew the general idea. She bobbed along his length. She avoided teeth and hollowed out her cheeks. She let her tongue pay special attention to that spot under the tip where the skin came together.

"Yessss," Clay said as her tongue worked his frenulum.

It was thrilling to have Clay's penis inside her mouth. It was a little bit frightening too, because it was so big, and because she didn't really know what she was doing, but she just tried to focus on him, on making him feel good. She looked up at him. He looked down with a look that was reassuring, reassuring because it showed he was loving what she was doing for him.

"Mmmmmm," he said. He put his hand beside her face.

"Anything else I can do?"

"Tease me."

Kris momentarily took his dick out of her mouth and kissed it. She stuck her tongue out and licked it. She batted it against her face. He was very, very hard now. "Let me know when you're going to cum. I want to taste you."

"OK. It won't be long."

Kris stroked and sucked and twisted and teased. Clay's breath got ragged.

"Now," he whispered.

Kris latched on. She felt his cock surge as it jetted into the back of her throat. She tried to hold on but it surprised her. There was so much, and it kept coming and coming. She had to open her mouth and let him out. His cum continued to shoot onto her lips and nose and she knew some had escaped and was now rolling down her chin.

She still had a hold of him. She didn't want to let go. So all she could think to do was lean into him. She he knew she was safe with him. She knew she could show him now, all of the depths of her endless desire. His cock and his cum gave her a way to show him.

She rolled her face around his still thick, hard shaft, smearing her face with his cum, bathing in him, feeling him. She opened her eyes to look straight into his as she wrapped her lips around his head again and took him in, sucking, squeezing. This is how much I love you. This is how much I want and need you. I don't care about anything. I only need you.

He saw it. He saw it all, and he knew what it meant. She was his. Now he had to show her that he was also hers, just as completely, just as wholly. He pulled back, removing his cock, and bent to kiss her cum-covered lips. He devoured them. He kissed around her face, and rolled his face around hers, not minding the cum. That wasn't the point. He needed to show her he welcomed her passion. He shared it. And he did.

The cum he had given her and she had accepted was just a symbol of their union. There was nothing he would not do for her. She started to giggle at the sticky mess they made together and he joined her as they both felt the joy, both dissolving into rapturous laughter.

After a while Clay observed, "Oh my god! I can't believe I feel so close to you, and we still haven't fucked!"

"Guess we did a pretty good job of being creative," she replied. They laughed together some more.

He felt it, so he said it. "You look like a complete mess, and you're the most beautiful thing in the world. I love you."

Kris looked in his eyes and saw that he was sincere. "I love you too." It just flowed out of her, not thinking, only feeling.

It was impossible for either of them to imagine feeling closer to another person than they felt to each other in that moment.

***************

After the beach weekend things with Kris and Clay were going better than ever. They were counting down the days until Thursday, when Kris's birth control would take effect. Upon returning to work on Monday, they each requested the upcoming Friday as a vacation day.

But just as that weekend marked an important turning point for Clay and Kris, it also marked a turning point for Jay and Sissy. For the imaginary friends, things were not going as well.

Jay was the first to confront one of their counterparts. He found him, reliably, in the foggy mirror after Clay's morning shower.

"Hey Clay! So this chick, like I don't know, man. You know we've been going at it pretty hot-n-heavy, right?"

"That's what you said."

"Yeah, the sex is great, but I got to thinking. Like she's into it so much it scares me, like she's into it even more than me! And I'm one of the horniest motherfuckers out there! She wants it all the time. She sucks my dick, she plays with my balls, she even licks my asshole, man. Like I can cum maybe three times--and that's on a good night--but she wants it more."

"There are worse problems to have..."

"Yeah, but I'm taking vitamins, I'm doing exercises... just to keep up with her. I never thought I'd see the day, but I'm tired! It's like she went without it for so long she's trying to make up for lost time. And I'm thinkin' how long will it be until she starts looking for somebody on the side. I don't think she'll leave me but if I can't satisfy her, especially now that she's all confident in the bedroom and shit, maybe she'll just go find some boy toy that can rail her when I'm not around."

"She'd never do that."

'Maybe in your world she'd never. But in our world, the spirit world, things are a little looser. What's stopping her? What's holding her back?"

"Maybe she won't because she loves you."

"Maybe. Maybe. I don't know."

And Sissy found Kris in a familiar place too, in a semi-dream state as she tried to sleep.

"Hey, Kris."

"Hey, Sis."

"Can I talk to you?"

"Of course. Always. What's up?"

"I know things are going great for you, and the sex is good, or promising at least. And I'm so happy for you. I really am. But In our world, spirit sex is 'different,' I don't know how to explain, exactly. There's no real way to make you understand. But the emotions are the same in our world as they are in yours."

"O. K..."

"It's Jay. At first with him it was just sex sex sex, all the time. And that was good, but that was for me too, you know. As we kept it up I got warmed up and more and more into it. Until now, he did me so good I want it all the time. But now it seems like he's losing interest. He got what he wanted, now he's ready to move on. He got the milk for free so he doesn't need the cow. Hump me and dump me."

"He's not like that."

"Maybe in your world he's not, but maybe here he is. He takes that "free spirit" thing seriously. He doesn't want to be tied down. He can find some other girl, get what he wants, and then keep moving on. What's to stop him?"

"Maybe he loves you. Maybe that will stop him. He won't leave because he loves you."

"Maybe. Maybe. I don't know."

***************

Clay had suggested it to Jay because love was on his mind. He knew he had said it to Kris, but had he only said it in the moment, or did he really mean it? And what about her? Did Kris really love him?

Although they'd known each other for far longer, at least at a distance, they'd only been going out for a couple of weeks. They'd shared real intimacy, even beyond the sex. He felt certain of that. And Jay had certainly given him confidence that Kris could be the one for him. But now Jay was wavering?

Then it hit him. Jay was just scared because she'd really gotten to him. It was like that last minute of doubt before you take the plunge.

Clay had taken the bus to work because he wanted more time to think. On the ride home, as he gazed at the window he saw Jay. Jay looked a lot calmer, less agitated than before, open for a question. So Clay asked it.

"How do I know if this is the real thing, you know, like for keeps?"

"Yeah I've been thinking about that too. Life ain't a thrill ride, man. A lot of it is fucking boring, OK? Who can you stand to be with even when it's boring? Whatever you're doing, is it better with her than without her? If so, then you've got your answer."

Kris and Sissy had been in a similar space the night before.

"He said he loves me, and I believe him. Even though I know it was 'in the moment' I really believe that's how he feels! Sissy, I think I'm in love. I'm in love with Clay. I really love him!"

"Yeah. Jay loves me too. I know he does. He just panicked about it for a minute, but he's come 'round. It might be a little bit bumpy now and then, but I know we can ride this out together. And if we can, I know you and Clay can too."

Clay and Kris got together on Friday. They avoided each other Thursday night just for a slight margin of safety, and because they wanted to be fully present for each other, not tired after a day of work. Clay came over to Kris's place.

Clay brought takeout and they had a few bites. Not too far into the meal they caught themselves looking at each other. They both smiled. Then they slowly put their forks down. The smiles kept getting bigger as they each got up, leaving their barely-touched plates, and silently walked back towards Kris's bedroom.

As they got there, Clay grabbed her around the waist from behind and started kissing her neck while he held her close. She backed into him and felt the bulge in his pants. His hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. Then he turned her around and kissed her lips, the passion flowing between them, each taking strength from the other.

Clay pulled away, but still held her. "I know I said it before when we were kind of in the middle of things, so I want to say it again now so there's no doubt. I love you."

"I love you. I love you. But thank you for saying it again." Kris smiled. She stepped back from him, and staring him straight in the eyes, lifted her shirt off. Then her bra came off too. She lifted it so he could watch her tits drop.

"Magnificent. You are magnificent!" Her breasts were round, and full, and perfect. All Clay could do for a moment was to stand there and admire.

While Clay stood, still clothed, Kris shimmied out of her jeans, and then dropped her panties too. She stood before him fully nude, confidently showing herself to him. She knew what her body could do to him. She'd seen it in his eyes at the beach, and she saw it in his eyes now. She'd played with and explored her own body enough to know how it could respond. She knew how she could respond to him. The only thing she hadn't felt was what it would be like to have a real, live cock inside her, attached to a real, live man. She wasn't scared. She was ready. This is what her body was built for.

Clay took in the vision of her loveliness to try and burn the image into his brain forever. Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned his own shirt while she watched. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. He took down his own pants and underwear together and stepped out of them. His cock was fully hard as he stepped forward to take her in his arms once more and devour her.

They tumbled onto the bed and tangled in joy and passion and laughter. Teasing, nibbling, squeezing, caressing, and so much kissing. They rolled around until he paused above her, and drew back. She spread her legs. He lined himself up, looked into her welcoming eyes, and pushed into heaven. She took him in, welcoming slowly, squeezing every blissful inch until she had enveloped all of him. It felt so wonderfully right.

He thrust in, she rolled back to meet him. She quickly fell into a rhythm. This was different than using toys on herself, it felt more natural. It wasn't just his cock, it was all of him, the weight of him, the way it moved her whole body, the feel of all of his, and the ability to see him, to kiss him, to be with him as they did the dance of together. She was not a virgin anymore, and she was enjoying every blessed second.

She could see he was getting close. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him into her as tightly as she could. "Go for it... cum in me... cum in me... cum in me... cum in me. He pushed in harder, his breath grew rapid, and then he did. She felt herself being filled, and with a shudder, she joined him. Together, they returned to the world, and to each other. They kissed and kissed and their kisses were sublime.

"Did I tell you that I love you?"

"You did. Did you want to take it back?"

"Not a chance in hell. There is no way I am letting you go!"

"You better not!"

They rained more kisses upon each other, and smiled, full of enjoyment.

At one point, Clay said, "I love your pussy. Your pussy will never be neglected. I will take care of you. I will take care of your pussy. If it needs to be licked, I will lick it. If it needs to be played with, I'm your playmate. If you need to be fucked, just say the word and I give my solemn promise I will do whatever I can to satisfy you."

"You can have this pussy, as long as I can have your cock. No other girl gets this now." She gave it a squeeze. "It's mine. And I have a place I want to keep it, a place special-made where it fits just right. That's how you can take care of me."

"If that's a deal, I accept your terms."

"Oh it's a deal alright. Clay, I feel like you're a part of me, and I don't want to be separated from you, ever. I never said these things to anybody. I never felt this way about anybody else before."

"You're the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think about at night. You're inside me. You're part of me now. It probably sounds stupid to say it, but that's the way I feel."

"It doesn't sound stupid to me. That's the way I feel too."

Eventually they showered and cleaned up, had some dinner, and then went back to bed to screw in all the positions they hadn't got to yet. After that night they were nearly inseparable.

Six months later, on the first night of their honeymoon, for the first and only time, Kris and Clay saw their iffies together. They were just a glow in the air floating above their marriage bed., but they both saw them and sensed them. Sissy and Jay were holding hands.

"We'll just leave you alone now for a while," Sissy said.

Jay added, "Maybe if you need us after a few years and a few kids to spice things up in the bedroom or something... we might come back."

"Or we might not. We never go away completely. We just get harder to find."