Cybercock Ch. 03

Author's note: What? An update after 11 years? That's crazy!

Was that... humming?

Consciousness slowly seeped into Stacy's brain. She was comfortably cocooned in her blankets and could have easily slept another hour or two. On the other hand, she felt well-rested, energized even. She always slept fitfully when her boyfriend was abroad, but this morning she felt amazing, as though she had....

"Oh," she said, as her sleep-fogged brain abruptly recalled that she had invited Liz over for help fixing a certain problem. "Oh, no." She remembered using the cybercock on Liz, then letting the other girl return the favor with her tongue. "Oh, shit."

Liz had stayed the night, had slept in Stacy's bed. They had cuddled and she had fallen asleep with Liz's arm around her. Stacy had awoken in the dead of night from a pair of soft lips touching her own. She half-remembered fingers gently prying her thighs apart and bringing her to climax, all the while those lips never left hers.

Now it was morning and she had to own up to what she had done, what it meant. One of the ways that she defined herself, who she chose to have sex with, had changed, or at least hadn't been as immovable as she had thought. She hadn't planned for that to happen, however enjoyable it had been at the time.

Stacy sat up, letting the blankets fall away, just as the humming voice down the hallway broke fully into song. "The sun will come out, tomorrow...."

She frowned. Annie? Was Liz seriously singing the theme for Annie? And it was actually... not bad? A cringeworthy choice, for sure, but still, it drew Stacy out of bed. That, and the sweet, buttery smell coming from the kitchen. She slipped on a nightgown and padded down the hall to the kitchen.

"There you are!" Liz said, standing in front of the stove with nothing but an apron on. She looked Stacy up and down and smiled. "I hope you like pancakes. You've got to learn how to properly stock a fridge, by the way." She gestured at the table. "Have a seat, lover."

"Uh, okay, thanks," Stacy said, feeling distinctly awkward as she sat at her kitchen table. Liz brought her a stack of pancakes and her mouth began to actually water upon seeing blueberries cooked right into them, with a huge pat of butter melting on top.

"Use some syrup if you want," Liz suggested. "But they really don't need it."

Stacy picked up the maple syrup bottle--warmed, she noted approvingly--and gave her pancakes a light drizzling. They tasted just as good as they smelled, sweet, buttery and so fluffy that they almost melted in her mouth.

Liz retrieved her own stack of pancakes, staying warm in the oven, and joined her at the table. "Any problems with the cybercock?" she asked.

Stacy shook her head. "Not since you fixed it."

"I'm glad I could help you with that particular problem," Liz replied, giving her a smoky look as she opened her mouth, inserted her food and slowly dragged the bits of pancake from her fork.

How did she manage to make eating breakfast look sexy?

Liz dabbed at her mouth with a napkin and continued. "Have you thought any more about Vicki?"

"You mean talking to Divya about her? Honestly, I don't know if that's a good idea. I think Vicki's worked really hard to make her like her. I'm not sure she would believe me, let alone take my side. I think I'm gonna need some kind of proof."

Liz frowned. "Good luck with that. Victoria isn't the brightest flash in the pan, but she was careful not to falsify documentation for any of the ideas she took credit for. In meetings, she spoke highly of the team, and even called out a few of the other members, but I noticed that your name never came up. It was that project I mentioned last night, the one where Stephan had cocked everything up. I remembered it because you had already told me all about it. You worked like eighty hours that week to fix it. So it stuck in my mind when she claimed that she had personally put in extra effort where I knew that it had actually been your work."

"You said you would back me up, though," Stacy said, her tone hopeful.

"Of course I will. But I think you're right. It's not enough. I've got some pull with upper management, but probably not much in your department. Vicki would just weasel her way out, say she misspoke and meant to credit the team. At best, she'd get a 'stern talking-to', and then she'd know that you know about her. I think what we need right now is for you to do your usual stellar work and document everything. Track your time. Take notes on all your ideas. Record your conversations with Vicki. Then, when she tries to pull this again, we forward your evidence to someone in management who'll go to bat for you."

Stacy chewed on a mouthful of pancake for a moment while she thought. "And what if she doesn't pull the same trick next time? Then it'll just look like I'm trying to make trouble for her."

Liz nodded thoughtfully. "That is a risk."

Stacy groaned. "God! I hate this. I hate the thought of working for even another minute under that bitch. Maybe I should just find a new job."

"I don't think we're at that point just yet. Besides, you love your job. Way more than I like mine. It would be a shame to lose it."

Stacy had to admit that she was right. She did love her job, and she believed in the company's mission to build robust, sustainable homes and buildings. AI might automate her role away soon enough, but she would keep at it just as long as she could.

"I'm not likely to find another gig out there like this one, am I?"

"Not unless you want to move to California."

Stacy wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No thanks. I'm a Texas girl."

"A Texas girl who's pancakes are getting cold," Liz said disapprovingly, as she scarfed down a bite of her own food.

Stacy glanced at the clock. "Yeah, well I need to get going soon or I'm going to miss the train. And I haven't showered yet."

"You're working on a Saturday?"

Stacy stood up, looked longingly at the half-eaten pancake stack, and leaned down to cut out another bite. "My choice. We just submitted our final proposal for the last job, so they'll drop the next one from the queue today. I want to review the specs and get a jump on it before the Monday meeting."

Liz stood and reached across the table to put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, take your time. I'll drive you in. Mind if I grab a shower first?"

Stacy sat back down, only too happy to dive back into the pancakes. "Sure. Go right ahead."

Thirty minutes later, the pair exited Stacy's building and crossed the street to where Liz had parked. She had brought a change of clothes last night, demonstrating that she had already been thinking she might be staying over. The office was in Midtown, only ten minutes away by car, and the parking lot was mostly empty when they arrived.

Stacy got out and was surprised when Liz joined her. Halfway there, she felt the other girl's hand touch hers. She stiffened and almost pulled her hand back, worried about someone seeing. I don't care what they think, she decided, and let her new lover interlock their fingers.

They took the elevator up, and Liz, after a hungry stare, pulled Stacy in for a deep, passionate kiss that took her breath away. She drew back, just as the elevator announced Stacy's floor, leaving her swaying in a daze. Liz had to hold the doors long enough for Stacy to remember where she was and what she was doing.

"Sorry," she said, and took a step towards the opening.

"Wait, wait," Liz hissed. She pulled something from her purse--a handkerchief?--and dabbed at Stacy's makeup. "Sorry, smeared you a bit. Okay, go."

Stacy looked back as the doors closed to see Liz blow her a kiss. Chuckling to herself, she navigated between the cubicles on the mostly empty floor. Rounding the last corner, she stopped dead in her tracks at seeing a person in her cubicle, bent over her desk.

"Victoria?" she asked.

The other woman startled and turned to face her. "Oh, good morning, Stacy. You didn't tell me you were working this weekend."

She smiled, and Stacy had to remind herself that Vicki didn't yet know that Stacy knew what she had been up to. She played the part of friendly, supportive team manager so well. Stacy needed to be careful not to raise her suspicions.

"I wanted to get a jump on the new project. What were you doing at my workstation?" She could see behind her that the screen was on.

"Just a routine security check," Vicki said with an apologetic shrug. "There was a memo recently about keeping documents with proprietary information under lock and key. I was just making sure my team was in compliance."

It was a reasonable-sounding explanation. Stacy had seen that memo, though she rarely used paper records, so it didn't so much apply to her.

"Were you testing my login? Because I changed my password just a couple of days ago."

Vicki's eyes narrowed. She seemed to catch herself, blinked, looked back at the screen, then smiled again. "Oh? No, I must have bumped something. Sorry about that. Were you hoping to get a jump on the new project? I do admire your commitment, you know. You're a great asset to the team."

"I'm glad you think so." Stacy forced a smile. "If I look good, you look good, right?" Fuck me! she chided herself. That was too much on the nose!

But somehow, Vicki didn't catch the veiled accusation. "The whole team looks good, actually. Keep up the great work."

Stacy waited until the sound of Vicki's heels clicking on the floor tiles had faded away before sitting down. She entered her password, but was greeted with the message Login attempt limit exceeded.

"Well, shit." Stacy said to herself, on seeing a countdown. She would need to wait almost ten minutes before the system would let her try to log in again.

A chime sounded in Stacy's ear, accompanied by a small notification on one side of her vision. She held her gaze on the spot and the notification expanded into a message. Hey, hon. Hope I'm not distracting you. I didn't tell you before, but last night was amazing. I know you have a boyfriend, but I'm hoping we can make this a regular thing.

Stacy put her hands out and began typing a reply. No, it's fine. I'm locked out of my workstation right now. It'll be a few more minutes. She was about to send the message but paused, her thoughts returning to last night, the intensity of their encounter and the rollercoaster of her feelings then and now.

She remembered Liz's scent, feminine and alluring, the electric spark of her tongue, an upstroke brush between her nether lips, the distinct sensation of Liz's lips pulling back in a smile at her guttural moan. She remembered going down on her, the flavor both mildly sweet and sour, like a mango. She recalled how it felt to slide the imposing length of the cybercock into her. Her body had grown warm, and a swarm of butterflies frollicked in her stomach.

She began typing in a rush, afraid she would lose her nerve if she stopped too long to think. I think I want a regular thing, too. I'm sure Tim won't mind. And you're right, last night was amazing, and I want to do it again as soon as possible.

The reply came back a few seconds later. I was really hoping you would say that, hon. Talk to you soon!

Stacy played a game in virtual space while she waited out the lockout timer to expire. The beep of a timer alerted her that the wait had elapsed, and she quickly logged in and dove into the documentation. She had to sign the usual non-disclosure agreements and then she was in. She pored over the project specs, instructing her assistant on which parts to extract and summarize.

This project was on a completely different scale from her previous work. This wasn't just a building. It was an entire theme park. The location was local, a large patch of currently empty land north of Houston. It was an ambitious proposal, combining rides, augmented reality, and robotics in a science-fiction themed sandbox.

Stacy clicked on one of the AR demo reels. A prompt came up, asking if she wished to download and execute the simulated environment. She chose "yes" and leaned back in her chair.

Her office faded away, leaving her in a world of featureless gray. Text appeared in her vision, explaining that what she was about to see would feature a mix of real and virtual elements. The text faded and she abruptly dropped into virch. She. was standing on a catwalk in a large cave, lit by lights from above and below. A prompt notified her that the temperature would be 10 degrees C, a bit chilly. She looked around and spotted a man standing at a console nearby.

"Ah, there you are, cadet," he said. "Welcome to your first day of exosuit training. I'm Lieutenant Masterson, and I'll be guiding you on this jaunt. Let's get you suited up."

She was directed to a platform where a hulking humanoid form made of painted metal hung from a scaffold-like rack, its body hunched forward and split open at the back. The sim used familiar gesture-based movement controls, but text explained that the actual attraction would have the guest walk on their own in a specially-constructed room while the virtual environment overlaid their senses.

The "exosuit" was about ten feet tall, its feet touching the ground several feet below the catwalk, while the top of its head was level with her own. The interior was lit dimly, and virtual prompts directed her to insert her legs and arms, while the explanatory text revealed that the guest would be entering a physical object, a simulator that would enclose the guest exactly in the way the virtual suit appeared to close around them.

Her guide spoke from behind her. "Climb on in, newbie. The suit will adjust automatically to fit. If you feel any sense of claustrophobia, just call for help and I'll pull you out of there."

Her simulated body moved forward on its own, climbing into the suit. A wraparound display lit up in front of her and the back of the suit immediately began to hinge closed. Another prompt revealed that the suit was actually a pod suspended in an arrangement of gimbals and articulated arms that simulated movement and rotation. There was a lurch--only visual--though Stacy suspected that this simulator would turn that into a physical sensation, and the suit was released from its rack, standing now on its own power.

Masterson came on again. "Good, I see green across all systems. Go ahead and try moving, cadet. Once you have your feet, head to the airlock and let's get you out onto the surface."

She used the gesture interface to move, though the information prompts assured her that the simulation would respond to the actual motion of walking. She passed through a thick metal doorway and a thick steel door hummed closed behind her. Air pumps whirred to life, the noise quickly fading as the atmosphere was drained away. The second door abruptly slid open, revealing the stark red surface of Mars.

Stacy played in the sim for a bit, impressed both by how immersive and how flexible it was, allowing her to ignore her guide's promptings if she wished and head off in a different direction from where she was directed. The suit, more like a small mecha, would take long, loping strides that no doubt simulated the reduced gravity. It would be a neat trick if the physical simulator could pull that off convincingly, but the prompts she was seeing seemed to indicate that the designers thought that they could.

She exited the simulation, feeling the usual disorientation of leaving a virtual environment, and read some more about this particular attraction. Apparently, guests could choose from the gentle sightseeing tour she had taken or could opt for a more action-packed scenario. This attraction would accommodate over a hundred guests simultaneously when at maximum capacity, with the simulation pods running in a staggered sequence that ensured that new pods were always coming open every few seconds.

Bracing herself, Stacy looked up the power requirements for the attraction, and then laughed out loud. It was ludicrous. No arrangement of solar panels and power banks could possibly supply that kind of draw without taking up huge amounts of space, and this was just one of dozens of attractions that the park would feature. This whole thing looked like some kind of colossal fuck-up.

Still, she was here on her day off, so she might as well get some work done. She started going through each of the shops, performance venues and attractions, instructing her assistant to assess power needs and start to form a draft for a park-wide distribution network. Maybe the plan was to use solar where they could and draw most of their power from the grid. That didn't make much sense. Her employer was specialized in off-grid, self-sustaining buildings, but maybe there was a good reason that they took this job.

Stacy was deep in the process, lost in the flow state of creative work when a double chime brought her out of her trance, and she saw that she had a flashing message notification--two, actually. She must not have heard the first one. She opened the first and saw that it was from Liz. Hey, let me take you out to lunch. Come meet me down in the lobby in ten. Hugs.

Stacy looked at the timestamp on the message and cringed inwardly. Sighing, she opened the next message, again from Liz. Hmph. Standing a girl up after a first date. So low class. Too bad for you, I know where you work.

Stacy logged out and stood up to go, but Liz was already standing behind her. She had changed and was now wearing a flared blue skirt and low-cut, white top that put her shapely bust on full display. "Surprise. I made a trip back home. I wanted to look nice for you," she explained, and twirled her hips.

Stacy had always been capable of appreciating a good-looking woman before, but had never coded those feelings as sexual attraction until last night. The first time she had sex with a man had elicited a similar effect, making real something that had previously been abstract, and allaying the anxiety she had carried about the act. Now that she had been intimate with a woman, she found herself thinking differently about the female form. Especially the female form of the cute coworker in front of her.

"You're gorgeous," Stacy said, and stepped towards her. Liz moved to close the distance and they embraced, then shared a soft, sensual kiss. Liz opened her mouth and invited her in, then teased and caressed her tongue while her hands roamed Stacy's body.

When Liz drew back, Stacy had to clutch at her to keep her balance. Liz leaned close to her ear. "There's nothing quite like it, is there? Making love to a woman," she purred. Her breath in Stacy's ear sent chills down her spine.

Stacy might have stayed there a while longer, lost in a haze of endorphins, but Liz tugged at her arm. "Come on. Let's get lunch. My treat."

The restaurant that Liz took them to was a little Italian spot in Montrose. Stacy tried the spinach gnocchi, which was fantastic, while Liz devoured a massive rectangle of lasagna. They mostly talked about life. Liz had broken up with her last girlfriend nearly a year ago after two years together. When Stacy was hired several months back, it just happened that Liz was the one to set up her workstation. Otherwise, they might never have struck up a conversation and become friends.

"And you might never have asked me out," Liz said with a mischievous grin.

"I did not ask you out!" she protested. "I really just needed some help with that thing."

Liz chuckled. "And yet here we are." She took a long sip of her iced tea, sighed contentedly, then set the glass down and leaned forward. "You're still alright with dating a girl?"

"What, are those supposed to be downsides?"

"Just making sure you know what you're getting into. I'm fast approaching thirty. Sometimes I leave my clothes on the floor. I don't always finish my drinks. And I pee standing up."

Stacy laughed, almost spraying tea through her nose. "Shut up, you do not."

Liz smiled. "Okay, I made that one up, but I always wished I could."

Liz took care of the ticket and drove them back to the office. Stacy tried not to stare at her, but she was feeling such an intense attraction that she couldn't help it. When they reached the parking lot, she looked for Vicki's car but couldn't find it.

"I think she already went home for the day," she said.

"Who?"

Stacy realized that she hadn't mentioned seeing her boss this morning. "Victoria Banks. She's the reason I was locked out of the system first thing. She said she was checking our security compliance, but I think she was trying to log into my workstation."

"Really?" Liz said, sounding suddenly angry. The car found a parking place near the building and pulled in. "I told you before that she wasn't dumb. Sounds like she had an excuse already set up if she ran into you."

Stacy shrugged. "But why would she do that? She's team manager. She's got access to all our work."

Liz shook her head. "No, not everything. Your emails, for instance."

Stacy recalled then, how Vicki had looked annoyed when she said she had changed her password. "I think maybe she did have access previously. I just changed my password on Wednesday."

"So the system rejected the old password and locked her out. I'll check the logs on Monday. It's not much, but it's a start."

Liz didn't accompany Stacy up to her floor this time. By 5:30, she had a map of the park with the power needs of every building and attraction notated, but had no idea what to do next. She could put solar on the roofs of the buildings and power banks inside, which should take care of their more modest needs, but the rides and attractions were going to pose a problem. Sighing in resignation, she made sure that her work was saved as a snapshot and logged out.

Stacy exited the building into a pelting rain. She stood under the meager shelter of the awning, the fabric above roaring from the impact of the massive sub-tropical rain drops, while a steady wind carried spray in from the side, soaking quickly into skin and clothing. She almost called for a cab, but hated to spend the money, especially when she already paid for a monthly METRO pass. Normally her AI assistant would have warned her well in advance of rain, but sometimes a storm still surprised even the best forecasting algorithms.

Steeling herself, Stacy stared at the sign for the METRO rail station less than a hundred yards distant, then began to run. She was soaked through in seconds, both from the deluge coming down on her head and the splash from the inch-deep water running like a river through the parking lot. She was only a little mollified when she reached the station and saw a few others waiting inside the metal and glass shelter in a similar state of sodden misery.

By the time she arrived home on the connecting bus line, the fast-moving storm had passed, nature giving one last "fuck you" on its way out. Stacy stripped off her wet clothing, toweled off and put on a robe. She made herself a quesadilla and sat down to eat in the living room. Notice of an incoming call appeared in her HUD and her heart jumped in anticipation, thinking that it was Liz, but no, this was from....

"Oh, shit," Stacy said aloud. It was Timothy. She had told him she would call him last night, but then had completely forgotten about him. She accepted the call quickly, selecting to feed video from the camera mounted on the seldom-used television. Tim appeared in her HUD. "God, Tim, I'm so sorry, I forgot to call."

He shrugged and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I was busy all day. Then I had a late night and slept in."

Right. Last night was Saturday morning for him. It was now Sunday morning in Mumbai. "I take it you got lucky, then?"

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

The smirk on his face was her confirmation. That was the thing about Tim. He could pull, and he knew it, and he used it. He had the looks in spades, he had a rising career in sales, but there was something else, an indefinable quality about his personality and manner, that made people, women especially, want to be around him. He had told Stacy on their very first date that he would never be monogamous, but he preferred to maintain long-term relationships, and would give her as much time and attention as he could spare. She had given it a few days' thought before deciding that his terms were acceptable.

Stacy cocked her head. "Knock it off, fuckboy. Just tell me about her."

The ultra-sharp audio gear on their rigs picked up and recreated his soft exhale. "Clear, smooth skin, the color of honey. Thick, luscious black hair down to her knees. A smile to light up a room. Not a chatterbox. You can tell she's thinking before she speaks, but it's usually something worth listening to. "

Stacy chuckled. "Sounds dreamy. When's the wedding?"

Tim scoffed. "As if. She's nice, but she's got nothing on you, Sparks. And you know I'm not ready to settle down just yet."

"Sparks" had a double meaning, referring both to her being an electrical engineer and the chemistry that the two of them had felt right from that first meeting. And then there was the other part. Was that just banter? Or was he really thinking that he could marry her one day? She pointedly ignored the familiar rush of feeling such thoughts always brought. She didn't want to get her hopes up only to have them crushed.

Tim fixed her with his penetrating gaze. "So, what have you been up to?"

Stacy had been thinking of this moment off and on all day, but now that it was here, she found herself floundering for the right words. I hooked up with a girl from the office was about the most straightforward thing she could say. She knew Tim. He wouldn't judge her for it. If anything, he would want to get all the juicy details. But now that the moment had come, she found herself hesitating.

"Oh, nothing really. Except, I found out something about my boss." Tim listened as she described what Vicki Banks had been doing. As she talked, he stood and began to pace, staying silent, but the agitation grew visibly on his face.

When she had finished, he sat back down heavily and fixed her with a steely gaze. "She can't do this to you. What are we going to do about her?"

And, just like that, he was on board. Stacy felt the surge of gratitude flash over her body, right to the tips of her ears. "I'm working on a plan with L--with someone else from work. I'm documenting all of my work so we can take it to upper management when she tries to steal credit. It's our word against hers and we don't think that Vicki's direct superior will take our side unless we have solid proof."

"That's a problem. What's this superior's name?" There was a definite edge to those words, almost a growl.

"Divya Gupta. Look, we don't know if she knows what Vicki is doing. She could be as clueless about this as I was. But she likes Vicki."

Tim considered this and nodded. "Alright, I'll follow your lead on that, but if we find out she's in on this scheme, we take her down, too."

Stacy was starting to get a little worried by the acid in his tone. "Take her down? You mean getting her fired?"

"I mean revenge. Firing? At a minimum. This is your career, babe. Hell, Vicki's probably already trying to figure out the best way to get you fired before you can figure things out."

"Shit, you're right," she said. Even if Vicki got herself a promotion, Stacy's continued presence at the firm would be a threat to her. "I think she's been logging into my profile. Maybe she's trying to find dirt on me."

"I would bet on it. I've dealt with human garbage like her before. She knows that she needs to cover up what she's done. So now you need to use that against her. Catch her in the act."

"What, show that she's been snooping through my personal stuff? I already told Liz about it."

Tim's eyes widened at that. "Wait? You mean the sexy lesbian brunette that you kissed at Louie's Bar?"

Stacy groaned. "God, does everyone know about that?" She almost corrected him that Liz was actually bisexual, then decided that it would only make him suspect that there was more to uncover.

"Remember who introduced us. Blake said it was pretty hot, but he also said you were really drunk, so I figured if I asked you about it, your face would go all red." He grinned. "Just like it's doing right now."

Stacy scoffed. "It was a dare, and yes, I was drunk." Ugh, second chance to tell him and I flake.

Tim waved it away. "Anyway, you say she's in on this business with Vicki? She can help us?"

"Yeah, in fact, she's the one who told me about it. She works in IT, so she can see if Vicki broke in when I wasn't there."

"Circumstantial evidence," Tim said. "You can't really prove it was her, but it's a start. I'm assuming you changed your passwords?"

"Yeah, couple days ago. She tried to get in this morning and failed. Why?"

"Damn. I was thinking we could set up a camera and catch her in the act, but she'll know not to bother trying. Any idea how she got your password in the first place?"

It wouldn't have been that hard. If she were standing near Stacy and started recording with her rig, she could play back the keystrokes in slow motion to figure it out. And she could think of a few times that Vicki would have had the chance. She told Tim her thoughts.

"Watch for that," Tim said. "If we can get video of her logging in and going through your personal data, it's a definite strike against her. But you don't want to swing at the devil and miss. We need evidence that she's taking credit for your work as well. Otherwise, what's the point?"

"We're working on that, but Vicki has plausible deniability. We may have to wait until this new project is finished to get that kind of dirt on her."

"Tell me about that, then."

Stacy sighed. "I can't. I'm under NDA. I guess I can tell you that it's huge. It's gonna take me months to get to a final proposal."

"Then there's sure to be a ton of meetings and presentations between now and then, right?"

"Well, sure."

"And would your girlfriend get to sit in on any of these?"

Stacy ground her teeth to keep from spouting a protest that would only prompt him to tease her more. "IT gets involved pretty often, sure."

He snapped his fingers. "Perfect. Then she just needs to bait Vicki into a lie about your contribution being hers, and you need to have the receipts ready for her to prove that she's lying."

He made it sound simple, but Stacy knew that there were plenty of ways their scheme could go wrong. Like baiting Vicki, for example. How could they do that without giving the game away?

"We'll work on it," she said. "I'd like it if you were here to help."

"Who are you talking to, Timothy?" a feminine voice asked, her accent trending more to British than Indian in its character.

She came into frame a moment later, dressed in a colorful robe. If anything, Tim had downplayed her looks. She was absolutely gorgeous, even with tousled hair and a sleepy expression.

"This is Stacy from America," Tim said, his arm going around behind the bronze beauty. "Stacy, meet Kimaya."

"Oh, of course," Kimaya said. "So nice to meet you, Stacy. Tim said that you don't... that the two of you--"

"It's fine," Stacy assured her. "Really. I don't mind sharing." In truth, it took a lot of mental discipline to keep jealousy at bay, but she had gotten much better at it over time.

"Mm, maybe next time Timothy visits, you should come too, and we'll share him for real."

The fantasy that came to mind was of Kimaya astride Tim's face while Stacy rode his cock, her tongue thrusting into the other girl's mouth while her hands roamed her body.

"Sounds like fun," she said, fixing Kimaya with a sultry gaze and licking her lips suggestively.

"Oh, I like her," Kimaya said. Then she stepped forward, faced the camera squarely and jerked her robe open, flashing Stacy with a pair of ripe, perky tits the color of creamed coffee. She screamed as Tim tried to grab her from beyond, and then ran, laughing, out of sight.

"Sorry for that," Tim said, his gaze tracking Kimaya offscreen. She could see in his eyes that he was thinking with his little head now. "I gotta go, Sparks. Call me later."

The connection went dead and Stacy sighed. So much for that conversation. She thought again of Kimaya's suggestion and the imagery that had come with it. Had she been serious? Or was it just banter to get Tim back into bed with her? It seemed to have worked on Stacy just as much as it had on him, going by the heavy feeling in her groin. The cybercock was still hanging up in her bedroom, but she had other options as well.

"Call Elizabeth Sterling," she said, and munched on the last piece of her now cold quesadilla.

"Stacy, hi!" Liz said. The visual that greeted her was not her co-worker, but what seemed to be a view of her bedroom. Stacy must be looking out through one of the cameras on her rig. "Just a moment. I don't keep any cameras in here."

The perspective rose and she caught a flash of a bed, then the view moved towards an open door, what looked like a bathroom. She caught a glimpse of Liz's face through that door in a mirror, the image becoming more clear as she got closer, until she was standing right in front of the tall mirror, giving Stacy an unimpeded view of her naked body.

"Do you always go around in the nude?" Stacy asked, grinning.

"As much as the law will allow," she shot back. She turned her body to the side and gave her own ass a little smack. "It would be a crime to keep all this locked up."

"I saw the clothes on your floor," Stacy teased. "You were joking about peeing while standing up, weren't you?"

Liz laughed and the view shifted as she moved towards the toilet. She lifted the lid. "Would you like a demonstration?"

A fit of giggles hit them both, making conversation impossible for the next minute at least. The view returned to the bathroom mirror, and one look at Liz's reddened face was all it took to pitch Stacy over into uncontrollable laughter again.

"I need... to sit down," Liz wheezed. She moved back to the bedroom, then through another door, down a short hallway to a spacious living area. She caught a glimpse of another room attached to the hallway that appeared to be set up as a home office, and off the living room was a large combined kitchen and dining area. Liz dropped onto a sofa and the view switched to a camera in the room, revealing her still quite naked form, other than the straps and stalks of her rig.

"You've got a nice place," Stacy observed. "Department managers must get a decent salary."

"Enough to live comfortably," Liz affirmed. "I could afford more than this, but I'd like to own my own place someday."

"Me too."

They sighed together, lamenting the corporate rat race.

"I trust you had a productive day?" Liz asked, drawing her feet up into a lotus posture.

Stacy's eyes kept roaming over the body that she displayed quite shamelessly. It made it hard to think. "Sure, I guess. Have you seen the new project? It's crazy."

"I try not to work on my days off. I used to do that all the time when I first started. I'll put in extra hours when needed, but you know? It's not good to deprive yourself of personal time."

Stacy sighed. "You're probably right. I guess I just don't know what to do with myself. I moved here when I took this job, and I haven't made many friends yet, outside of work."

"Oh, we should fix that, hon'. You're not going to work this Sunday. Tomorrow, we're going on an adventure."

Stacy smirked. "What, like Bilbo Baggins?"

"I mean, let's rip you out of your little shell and get you to live a little. I'll pick you up at 9 AM. Dress for the beach."

"Um, actually. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me, uh, coming over tonight?"

Liz cracked a wide smile. "Really? I mean, I like you. I really, really like you, but we just started dating. You sure you want to jump into bed again so soon?"

Stacy shrugged. "I want to see you. We don't have to... you know... if you don't want to."

"Oh, I want to. I'll be there in ten minutes." She stood and grabbed her purse from the coffee table.

"Uh, Liz? You need to put clothes on," Stacy reminded her.

"Fifteen minutes," she amended. "Meet me out front. And bring a swimsuit. See you soon, lover." She abruptly cut the connection.

Liz was already waiting at the curb in her car when Stacy came down, despite her being a few minutes early. She could immediately see why, peering through the open passenger window. Liz looked to be wearing nothing but a pink terry cloth robe and matching bunny slippers. And sunglasses. Pink-framed sunglasses.

"I can't believe you went out like that," Stacy said, as she got in.

Liz kept her eyes forward as she pulled out into the street. "When hot pussy is on offer, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

"God, you're so gross," Stacy quipped, letting her smile show her true feelings when Liz shot her a glance. The wait, as short as it had been, had just been more time to stew in her anticipation of the night to come. "Besides, you're the one who's getting fucked tonight."

Liz just turned to her, lifted her sunglasses, winked, and then let them drop again, as if to say, We'll see who gets to fuck whom.

The stereo kicked in with an oldie, the powerful sound system thudding AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" all through Stacy's body. When the song came to the line, "She told me to come," Liz belted it out as well, and Stacy joined in for, "but I was already there."

Liz was one of those drivers that had to pay a premium on their car insurance. Unlike their trips earlier in the day, she kept the car under manual control the whole time and drove well over the speed limit, the little electric roadster leaping nimbly between lanes on the freeway. It was both terrifying and thrilling, the rush of excitement somehow making her even more horny than she already was. And knowing Liz, maybe that was the point.

When the song finished, the next was one Stacy wasn't familiar with, but she quickly got into the euphemistic lyrics and the refrain of "Shut Up and Drive". Feeling bold, Stacy reached over and slid a hand beneath Liz's robe, her fingers pressing against warm, wet lips. Liz moaned and struggled to maintain control, the lane-keeping warning going off as the car wandered all over. Deciding that maybe dying young wasn't the best idea, Stacy withdrew her fingers and made a show of licking the wet, sticky residue from them.

Liz all but punched the autopilot and threw herself over the leather armrest, kissing Stacy ferociously, no doubt tasting herself in her mouth. She finally came up for air only to shift to Stacy's neck. "How do you do it?" she asked between nibbling pecks.

"Do what?" Stacy asked, luxuriating in the delightful tingles flowing over her body.

"You make me fucking want you so fucking bad," Liz said, her voice low, almost dangerous in its intensity.

Stacy didn't try to answer, instead putting a hand into the cleft of Liz's bosom, then cupping a warm, plump breast.

"We have arrived!" the car announced cheerfully.

Liz wasted no time, disengaging from Stacy and unbuckling herself from the car. She got out, stalked over to Stacy's side of the car and opened the door, waiting with exaggerated impatience while she gathered her things. Liz grabbed her hand to help her out and held on as they walked.

Liz's apartment was in an upscale building, not a high-rise, but taller than most buildings in the area. The double doors swung out when they approached, probably keyed by an app on Liz's rig. Stacy's building still used a numeric key that you had to punch in.

Liz was all business as they traversed the lobby and took the elevator to the 15th floor. The closer they got to home, the more she seemed to want to rush to get there faster. She led Stacy by the hand to unit 1508, the door again responding when they drew close by unlocking and unlatching.

No sooner were they through the door when Liz grabbed Stacy by the shoulders, shoved her back into the nearest wall, and pushed her tongue into her mouth. She moaned, the sound somehow conveying both relief and hunger. Her fingers found the buttons on Stacy's shirt, nearly tearing them off in her haste to undo them, all the while her mouth never leaving hers.

Taken off-balance, Stacy recovered quickly. Her fingers found the belt tying Liz's robe closed and she tugged the knot apart. The garment fell open at the front just as Liz got the last of the buttons and pushed the shirt back off her shoulders. Stacy maneuvered her arms out of the garment as Liz stubbornly refused to break their kiss. Her hands dropped to Stacy's jeans, popping the button and sliding the zipper down. She had to stop kissing then, to push the pants down over her hips. Stacy stepped out of her shoes, then shimmied out of the pants.

"Too many fucking clothes," Liz growled, her lips brushing Stacy's as she spoke, her tongue thrusting back into Stacy's mouth as soon as the words were out. She reached behind Stacy and unhooked her bra in a practiced motion, tossing the garment aside once it was free. Then she dove downward, bending to bury her face in Stacy's boobs.

"Oh, fuck!" Stacy gasped, as lips closed over one bright pink areola, and a warm, wet tongue flicked across a stiffened nipple. A guttural noise, felt more than heard, came from Liz's throat as she nibbled and licked and suckled at each of Stacy's breasts in turn. It barely registered that her fingers had hooked the waistband of Stacy's panties and were slowly drawing them down.

"Bedroom," Stacy said, as cool air greeted the dampness of her sex.

"Come on," Liz agreed gruffly, taking her hand once more and all but dragging her through the living room and down the hall.

Stacy used the respite to gather her scattered senses, and by the time they neared the bed, she was ready. Relying on the element of surprise, she pulled her hand free from Liz's, shoved the robe off Liz's shoulders, then spun her towards the bed and pushed. Liz fell back, knees colliding with the edge of the bed, which propelled the rest of their body down and back.

Stacy pounced, landing astride Liz. Grabbing hold of her arms near the wrists, she pinned them above her head. Liz's surprised exclamation was cut off by Stacy's mouth covering hers and now it was her tongue forcing its way into the other's mouth. One of Liz's legs rose, closing the distance between their bodies. Without quite meaning to, she began to thrust her hips, grinding her tingling, burning pussy against Liz's thigh.

Liz tried to free her hands, but Stacy held her fast. All those hours spent at the gym were paying off now. Liz uttered an almost keening wail into her mouth at realizing that she was utterly at Stacy's mercy. Her pelvis thrust upward, trying to find purchase on her lover, any place to rub against to relieve the pressure, but there was none. Stacy's quiet moaning, the feel of those warm, soft lips roughly kissing her thigh, and the wetness that ran from Stacy's slit in cooling streaks over her skin, it was all driving her mad with need.

She's mine, Stacy thought.

Sure enough, when she let go of Liz's arms, she didn't move, remaining prone in submission despite the fiery ache running all through her cunt. Stacy moved down her body, kissing smooth fair skin as she went, letting her own anticipation build, her lips, nipples and clit all atingle, desire surging anew as she neared her prize. The raw, earthy scent of Liz's body made her mouth water. Smooth, creamy thighs, slick with Stacy's own juices. Her tongue stretching out, collecting that honeyed dew. A nudge and instant compliance, Liz's legs parting to reveal the treasure between. Pretty, pouty little lips, swollen and glistening in lust, just a hint of pink showing between.

Stacy lowered her head, bowing as if in worship. She pressed her lips into that beautiful little pair of vulva, lavished praise upon them with her tongue. She sipped at the delectable nectar of that lovely flower, craving the taste of Liz in her mouth, that scent in her nose. She thrust her tongue into the soft, warm depths of her restless, gasping friend, then trailed wet, heartfelt kisses up to that little, hidden pearl that longed for her touch.

Liz jumped and cried out as Stacy made contact, the long buildup of potential energy finally crashed through her like a bolt of lightning, her body pulsing with blinding pleasure. Stacy kept her lips sealed around the sweet little bump of a clit, keeping the climax going as long as she could, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her body.

Stacy climbed up the bed to lie on her side next to Liz, reaching a hand across her naked, trembling partner. There was something intensely satisfying about inducing pleasure to the point of incapacitation. Sex with girls was a whole new world of emotion and sensation to explore. And to think, she might never have tried it if that package hadn't arrived at her apartment by mistake.

"You have a hair trigger," Stacy said, chuckling. She ran her hand across Liz's body, appreciating the soft femininity beneath her fingers.

Liz had to gulp at the air to get her voice. "And after I went to... all the trouble of shaving it."

That sent Stacy into a fit of giggles, so Liz decided to take advantage of the situation. Quickly reversing so that she faced the foot of the bed, she pushed Stacy onto her back and climbed atop her. Her head went to the apex of the younger girl's legs, nudging them apart, while placing her own lovely pussy within easy reach of Stacy's mouth. Then Stacy noticed something pink and fuzzy to either side of her face.

"You're still wearing your bunny slippers?" she said incredulously.

"My feet get cold," Liz said, a bare moment before her lips homed in on her target and Stacy completely forgot anything but the feel of a warm, wet tongue lapping at her most intimate places.

Whatever Liz was doing with her mouth..."Oh!" she cried... and now her fingers, it was heavenly. Stacy lay there, eyes closed, lost in the flood of sensations as Liz expertly plucked at her nerve endings.

Liz's body still sang from her last orgasm, but that anxious feeling, that warmth in her core and heaviness in her vulva had quickly returned. But Stacy didn't seem to get what this particular sex position entailed. So, she shifted her knees further apart, lowering her body as she curved her spine to bring her aching, needy slit where she needed it to be.

Stacy's eyes flew open as hot, wet flesh covered her nose and mouth. She began to lick almost without thinking, the scent of her lover pouring straight into her brain. She pressed her face into that slit and smeared Liz's juices all over her mouth and chin.

"That's my good girl," Liz said, before returning to her more stately lapping of tongue on clitoris, while three delicate fingers slid deeply into Stacy's cunt.

Refinement won out over raw passion, as Stacy felt the rising wave break and thunder through her body, flashes of heat and light playing over her skin, making her thrust and nibble all the more fiercely at her lover's slit. Liz relaxed, pillowed by Stacy's soft curves. She continued to languidly pump her fingers in and out, then added a fourth.

"That's it, hon," Liz said, as Stacy's untamed movements all over her pussy were beginning to have an effect. "Now just stretch your tongue a little to the south."

Stacy did as she was told, pushing her tongue to the apex of Liz's slit. She found the little bead of her clit and began to tease it with the tip of her tongue, still wildly rubbing her face into her.

"Fuck!" Liz groaned. As greater pleasure coursed through her, she returned to her dainty licking of Stacy's swollen button. She increased the pace and depth of her finger-fucking, the combination ripping a squeal of ecstasy from her lover.

Higher and higher they soared, an unbroken circuit of lust and pleasure. Liz was first to cum, and as the first wave of pleasure surged, she locked her lips over Stacy's clit, sucking hard at the little nub.

Stacy felt and heard her lover's climax, an answering flow of warmth and joy suffusing her own body at the thought of bringing Liz once more to orgasm. Then, moments later, it was her turn, as Liz's firm kiss pulled her over with her, one girl's climax shuddering to a blissful close as the other's was beginning.

They lay entangled for a time, slowly recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking. Liz finally clambered awkwardly off of her lover, turned and flopped onto the bed next to her. "And that, class," she announced, "is what is commonly referred to as a 69."

"I'm not sure I understand," Stacy teased. "Can you go over it again?"

For answer, Liz grabbed a pillow and whacked her across the face, which Stacy, of course, wouldn't take lying down, snatching up a pillow of her own to retaliate. They battled it out for several minutes until both collapsed on the bed once more, exhausted and sore from laughing.

Liz rolled over suddenly, cuddling up to Stacy. Her fingertip traced the bumpy surface of one pink areola, putting delightful little flutters in her tummy. "I'm glad you came over tonight. I'm done with sleeping alone."

Stacy stroked Liz's back with the arm she had pinned, her thoughts turning more serious. What were they now? Still just friends? You don't bring your friends to multiple orgasms, at least not in her book. But did she want to be more?

Liz snuggled in closer and her lips closed around the nipple she had stiffened with her touch. Meanwhile, the hand that had been caressing her was making a meandering path down her body, its destination easy to guess.

"We're not going to get much sleep tonight if you keep that up," Stacy observed. But then she let her hand trail down to caress a round, firm buttock.

Liz hummed happily as she mouthed Liz's breast, then gave it a soft kiss. "There are so many ways to make love to a woman," she said, her voice low, almost reverent. "I want to share them all with you."