Sending
My name is Mallory, and I have no free will. I hate to break it to you, reader, but that means that you probably don't either. But of course, it's more complicated than that.
When I was twelve, my friend Corey and I came home to find my dad and Aunt Deb ransacking my bedroom: searching through drawers and bookshelves, under the mattress, the whole deal.
"Dad...," I began to say.
Dad was furious. "Corey, we have some family business to deal with. Please leave."
"Yes sir," Corey said, giving me a confused look which I returned on his way out.
"Mallory, you need to tell me everything you've been hiding from me. I mean everything!" Dad said. Aunt Deb kept quiet.
"Daddy, I don't know what you're talking about," I told him.
That just made him madder. "Don't you play games with me!"
"Daddy, honest! I have no idea what's going on!" I insisted, worry creeping into my voice.
He unfolded his laptop and showed me a couple seconds of a video. There was a girl - high school or college age - up against a wall, naked, having sex from behind with some guy around the same age. She was yelling, encouraging him with lewd talk. The girl's face looked just like mine, and her hair was done in box braids just like I'd always done for as long as I can remember. But she definitely didn't have my body.
"Daddy, that's not me," I said, shaking my head.
"I know my baby's face, and I know my baby's voice," he argued.
"I would never!" I protested. "I'm going to have a white wedding, just like Mom wanted. And on video? Ew! Anyway, look at that girl, and look at me!"
I was twelve; my body was basically rectangular. The girl in the video had curves and curves and curves. Curves on her ass, curves on her chest, curves on her waist. Her bra probably had D-cups - not that she needed a bra. Her breasts were like big firm round mocha-colored fruit. Even her lips: they were definitely a woman's lips.
Dad shook his head. "Bodies look different in clothes, in different positions. That's your face Mallory. Now you'd better explain."
"I swear! I have never done... that! I'm a virgin and I'm going to stay that way until my wedding day. I promise! I even have proof - you know, down below."
Dad gave Aunt Deb a look. She gave him one back that seemed to say, "Really?"
"Please. Put my mind at ease," he said.
So then Dad left the room, and I almost died of embarrassment as Aunt Deb verified that my hymen was intact. She was a nurse, though, so I guess it could have been worse.
"They have software that can put anyone's face in a video," Aunt Deb suggested when my dad came back. "Maybe it was that school photographer that gave Mallory a bad feeling a couple months ago."
Dad seemed to mostly accept my innocence. Mostly. "Is this one you?" He asked and put on a new video. This one was seemingly the same girl, with my face, sort of swaying to music and taking her clothes off outdoors.
"No, dad," I told him.
Just because I was committed to staying a virgin doesn't mean I wasn't a horny little monster. I thought about sex all the time. Sometimes I would think about all the boys at school - even the ones I didn't like - and picture them naked, on top of me, thrusting and giving me orgasms - whatever the hell that was like. So naturally I was intrigued by the short clips my dad had shown me, and wanted to see more. I snuck onto my dad's computer that evening and copied down the URLs.
The man and woman in the sex video were in their underwear when it started. There were clothes on the ground. I think they might have been costumes because the colors were so bright and there were logos, but of course, all jumbled up like that it was impossible to tell who they belonged to.
The girl had her back to the wall. The guy was leaning into the wall with his hands on either side of her, trapping her in a little cage of his body. A couple times she made like she was trying to escape but he wouldn't let her. It was all in play though: the way they were smiling and looking at each other, they both really wanted to be there.
The guy stopped leaning and dropped his shorts. His dick was big and hard like fleshy steel. The girl casually looked down and stared, detached, like she was appraising it. I couldn't imagine what her hesitation was, because he was fine! Lean body with high top dreads. He waited. And then she giggled and pressed her body into his, and kissed him. During the kiss he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor; then he pulled down her panties enough for her to wiggle out of them. The wiggling seemed to make his dick throb.
Then he spun her around and she leaned against the wall, with her butt sticking out a little. They both sort of experimented with how wide to set their feet, trying to get everything to line up right. Then he put it in her. His cock disappeared into her pussy over and over. At first she moaned, muttering little affirmations. Her body was dynamic even though she wasn't moving much - little waves of tension swept through her shoulders and back.
After like seven or eight minutes of that, she was pretty seriously excited, and she let him know. "Oh, just like that. Jesus, fuck me more, fuck me more. Give me that cock! Take my pussy! Fuck it hard, baby!" I wasn't exactly sure when her orgasms were happening or how many there were. I'd never had one myself and I certainly didn't trust porn to teach me. But I was pretty sure she was having them and enjoying them.
For no apparent reason, the guy pulled her away from the wall. He held her hips tight. She bent over leaning her hands on her knees. He plowed her hard, making flesh-smacking sounds. She stopped talking and just moaned like the dead. Now it was his turn to jabber: "You like that cock? Take that cock! Smash that tiny pussy, leave you sore for days. Yeah, girl! That's the shit!"
He stopped thrusting, buried deep, but his butt clenched rhythmically, so I figured he was ejaculating. She stood up, still joined to him, and turned her head enough to kiss him, kind of, while he reached around and played with her boobs. I wondered if he was still ejaculating while they kissed.
The stripping video was way less interesting, of course. It seemed like the same girl - the girl with my face - but maybe a little younger than in the other video. Her breasts seemed a little bit smaller, and her hips a little narrower. In the beginning she was wearing normal high school clothes. She was bobbing her head, grooving, kinda lost in her own world. Slowly she took off her sweater, unbuttoned her shirt, kicked off her shoes, not really dancing but just moving to the beat. I didn't recognize the song but it was catchy. She took off her shirt, socks, and then peeled off her tight jeans. It didn't look like she was putting on a show for anyone, and she never looked at the camera. And then it just ended.
I watched those videos a lot at first. There was so much I wanted to know about dicks! About everything, really, but I could not get dicks off my brain. I stopped because the temptations the videos stirred were getting out of hand.
Dad made a complaint about the videos to the police, but we never heard back from them.
Augury
Time marched on and by the time I was in high school we had all pretty much forgotten about the weird videos. For most of that time, I was a nerd and proud of it: I spent my Friday nights at the game store, Deck 'n Bones, playing board games with Corey and the regulars. On Sunday afternoons we played Dungeons and Dragons there. The Deck 'n Bones crowd was made up of people of all ages, but Corey and I were the youngest, and it made us feel mature to be accepted by them.
In my sophomore year I made a school friend - Tia - who took me under her wing and tried to introduce me to regular teen life. One Friday night I skipped board game night, dressed like a teen girl was supposed to, and went with Tia to a party. Corey was upset that I was abandoning him, but he wouldn't admit it.
I wasn't even sure if it really counted as a party: there were only eight of us there. But there were no parents, and there was beer, which was a first for me. Near the end of the night we all stripped down to our underwear and went swimming. Rico gave me a back rub in the pool: a perfect gentleman, his hands never ventured anywhere they weren't supposed to. I rewarded him with an innocent but lingering kiss - my first. It was a good night.
The next day Tia and I were on FaceTime gushing about what a great time we'd had. She mentioned the song that was playing before we went swimming, saying how much she liked it and remembering when she had first heard it. That's when it hit me: that song had only been released a month before, but I had heard it three years prior, in my doppelganger's strip tease video.
I freaked Tia out by hanging up on her. I found the video and watched again. It was me, from the party. That girl had my face and my braids, and she was taking off my green roped-knit sweater, my pale blue jeans; and she was left standing in my sea foam green bra and black panties. I freaked Tia out again when I started texting her, asking if anyone had been capturing video while I was stripping at the party.
It honestly really screwed with my head to think that I could be the girl in the video. She was beautiful, and she had a mature body. I still thought of myself as the rectangular-bodied twelve year old. My uncle Mike - the one who had been married to Aunt Deb before he cheated on her and ran off to Australia - had always told me when I was younger that I would grow up to have a white girl's ass. He had meant it as a compliment: that's the kind of girl he was into. Aunt Deb was white and while she was pretty, she was as beanpole as they came, no ass at all. So between that, my brother Lee's teasing, and my dad always calling me his baby girl, I had just sort of missed the fact that I was developing a woman's body.
I even sort of tricked my self. Outside of formal occasions, before Tia, all I ever wore was jeans and T-shirts with designs from games or comics. Sure, my bra size had gone up a few cups, but somehow it never became part of my self-image.
I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what this weird time-travel video event "meant", but I kept it to myself.
Locate Creature
At the beginning of Spring semester, Lee got suspended from school for beating up some new kid. I asked around and found him: a white boy who looked sort of like a blond Harry Potter, or maybe a nerdy John Constantine. And his name actually was Harry. He was American though.
"Hey...," I said soothingly as I approached him. "I just wanted to say sorry for what Lee did."
"Thanks," he told me. "I wish I knew why. All he said was, 'stay away from my sister'. Any idea who his sister is?"
"That would be me," I said sheepishly.
"What do you think you're doing, telling a boy I've never met to stay away from me?!?" I questioned Lee at home.
He looked at me with disgust. We were never super close, but that was new. "Oh, so now the whore wants to pretend to be an innocent?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, genuinely confused but laying the attitude on thick.
"You mouth-fuck this twit on camera for the whole world to see, and you don't think I'm gonna put it right?" He spat.
"What? You need to start making sense!" I insisted.
So then Lee showed me another video of sex I hadn't had. The guy in the video looked as much like Harry as the girl did me - exact likeness. He was on the ground, lying but propped up on his elbows. She was leaning over him, bobbing up and down, sucking his dick. He groaned and touched her shoulder while she sucked him off for a little while. Then, it's not clear how it happened, but he came on her face. It seemed to be an accident. They both started laughing, and then suddenly my doppelganger said, "Oh, shit!"
I shook my head. "That isn't me. I've never seen that kid before today, when I apologized to him for what you did." I started to walk away, but then I turned back, mad. "And anyway, why are you such a prude? You'd drop your pants in a heartbeat if you could find a girl who'd stick around. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever even seen you with a girl. You just spend all your time with TB."
"Shut up," he said in warning.
"What is it you two do all the time, anyway?" I pressed.
"Shut up, Mallory!" He said, this time threateningly.
The new video that Lee had found was posted to a different site than the first two, equally low-profile. None of the videos had my name. They all had various tags describing me and the content of the video: "ebony", "teen", "big tits", "slender", "standing", "blowjob", etc. They weren't always the same, but there was one tag that was always there: a twenty character long bunch of letters, numbers, and symbols that looked like a computer-generated password.
When I entered that tag into the search engine, it found a fourth video on yet another site. In this one, the girl who looked like me lost her virginity. She was lying in a bed, her legs sideways and together, but her shoulders flat. She had her eyes closed.
I couldn't see much of the guy: his dick, his ass and thighs, his hands. Nice body - the kind of body that takes dedication. He was lying next to her. He rubbed her pussy for a few seconds and she smiled silently. With her legs together like that, the guy had to pull her labia apart with his fingers to get the tip of his cock in. He inched forward a little, putting pressure on her maidenhead. She winced, still smiling. He backed off and rubbed his head around between her lips with the help of his hand, getting it nice and wet. Then he pushed back in a little. He repeated that a couple times until she nodded at him.
Her partner thrust in - maybe two inches. He obviously broke her hymen. "Fuck! Fuck!" She said with my voice. "God damn it. Ow. Fuck." She gasped, and they were both still for a moment. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready. Only good feelings from here on, right?"
Blood began to drip down her ass, but it soon got smeared around as her partner began thrusting. Her eyes opened, staring at her partner with trust and anticipation, but she gritted her teeth in the beginning. A minute later she began to relax. He just kept pumping his body into hers like a machine.
Her body moved like the ocean with each of his thrusts. She looked down the length of her body, contemplatively. She cupped her big firm breasts in her hands. Then she ran her right hand down the smooth dusky skin of her chest and belly, stopping to feel a scar. It was above her hip, a few inches to the right of her belly button. The skin was healed, but the scar was still fairly new, having that shiny look to it.
She looked at her partner again, this time with innocent doe eyes. "Do most girls come when you take their virginity?" She asked.
"You will," he replied confidently.
He lifted her top leg, opening her up. And then he took her hand and guided it to her pussy. At first it was like she didn't know what to do. But then she got her fingertips wet and she started rubbing her clit. She made throaty musical sounds as she grew more excited. She sped up her hand, and her lover kept pace, pounding her harder. She squealed repeatedly and her whole body shook. That went on for thirty seconds before she calmed down.
Her guy kept stuffing her newly opened pussy. She looked happy. "Oh, yes, this was definitely the right solution," she muttered.
"Ain't over yet," the guy told her.
She smiled at him. "What else have you got for me?" She asked playfully.
He answered with deeds, not words. He repositioned, sitting upright, and he moved her legs. I still couldn't see much of his upper body but it was clear that her legs were on his shoulders. Then he rose to his knees, lifting her hips. He banged her some more, moving his hips an almost comical amount with each thrust. His ass was a fine piece of work.
The guy had a tattoo on his thigh. It hadn't been clear before but from this position it was possible to catch glimpses. Some sort of tribal design, as far as I could tell.
My doppelganger started squealing again, but less intensely this time. "EeeeEEE! Ah yes! Aaah! Mmm! EEEEEE!" The guy was moaning too. He'd been working hard! And he was going to finish with a bang.
He sort of roared and stopped moving, still holding her legs up and her hips off the bed, still with his cock stuck deep inside her. They both panted, neither wanting to move from that position. "I always wondered what this part would feel like," she said with a satisfied grin.
Tongues
When one video of you from the future comes true, it's kind of hard not to wonder about the rest. I wasn't ready to actually tell Corey about the videos. He would have wanted to see them, and I wasn't comfortable with that. But I did want his opinion.
"Corey, what would you do if there was a prophecy about you? Or, like, video of you from the future?"
"For one, I'd be fucking terrified," Corey answered casually. We were walking to the game store, me pushing my bike.
"Why terrified?" I asked.
"Well first of all, there's the obligation of it," he explained. "Nobody ever writes prophecies about little stuff. There's always an epic quest, sacrifices to be made, labors to be endured. That stuff's great for stories, but I don't want my parents to die and a tyrant take over the land. I just want to find a girl who'll go to prom with me."
"Maybe there are little prophecies, though?" I suggested. "Maybe we only hear about the big ones, but there are just as many inconsequential day to day predictions?"
Corey shrugged. "Maybe."
"Why else would you be terrified?" I asked.
"Because it means we don't have free will."
We walked in silence for a moment, but I had to keep asking. "Okay: you'd be terrified. But what would you actually do?"
"I don't know. I guess try to figure out the rules," he told me. "It's like, in A Christmas Carol, Scrooge asks if the visions the ghost showed him were things that will be, or just might be. I'd try to figure that out."
I frowned. "Easier said than done."
Harry and I avoided each other, each for our own reasons. But like the stories say, it seemed like destiny was trying to put us together. We didn't have any classes together but we ran into each other around school and sometimes exchanged a few words. He liked my Chibi Beholder T-shirt, even though I had to explain what it was. I appreciated his Mjolnir keychain. Our first long conversation was about the advantages and disadvantages of different medieval weapons, which he knew about from theater work.
I sometimes joined him after school while he did tech work for the school play. He started coming to Friday night game night. That first night we played Pandemic and he totally saved team humanity with a clutch move.
At first there was playful shoving, but that soon gave way to wrestling. I liked that a lot. I was a good girl: I would never have thought of fondling a guy's junk with my hands. But if while goofing around our bodies happened to rub against each other in a way that let me feel his hard dick press against my body - through our clothes, of course - then that was just a happy accident. There were a lot of happy accidents and his dick was always hard. I think one time he even came in his pants: he left unexpectedly, and looked super embarrassed.
And then the kissing started.
More and more I felt I owed it to him to lay my cards on the table. "I've got something I need to show you," I told him. "And it's not a fake and I'm not punking you, and I have no explanation for it."
I showed him the video. It was awkward watching the video together of us doing sexual stuff we'd never done. I was nervous when it was done. "That was on the Internet before I even met you. Maybe before you moved here. There are other videos of me too - sexual stuff I haven't done. Except one of them came true, exactly like the video. I know it's impossible...," I said, pleading for understanding.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," he said, quoting Hamlet. He believed me. "So you're showing me this because...?" He asked understandingly.
"Because I really like you," I answered. "And I think about... stuff. But I don't want to be destiny's pawn."
"Then we'll make a rule: you won't give me any blowjobs," he suggested decisively. He waited a second, pushed his glasses back up on his nose, and gave me the sexiest smile in the world. "...while wearing a baby-blue scoop-neck top." That was the moment that I decided that, one day soon, I was going to suck his dick.
The first time was in his bedroom when his mom was away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeling. When I put my mouth on it and started experimenting, I remember thinking, This is a good starter dick. A very good dick to learn on. It was comfortable in my mouth.
He moaned right away, and the thing throbbed in my mouth like it had a life of its own. I think he was fighting the urge to come right from the start. He moved his hand toward my head, but then it just hovered there.
"What are you doing?" I said with a chuckle.
He looked super embarrassed. He was afraid to tell me what was on his mind, but then he blurted it out. "I wanted to.... I heard somewhere that you should never touch a black woman's hair."
I laughed. "Without permission!" I told him. "Rule of thumb, Harry? If a girl is giving you head, you've got permission to touch her hair."
I went back to work stimulating his dick with my mouth. When he did lay his hand on my head, I felt something like warm shivers through my whole body. He stroked my head with his hand, I stroked his dick with my tongue, and for a moment we were totally connected.
"I'm gonna come," he announced urgently.
Before that instant, I had never actually thought about the idea of semen in my mouth. It turned out my stomach didn't like the idea at all. I spit his dick out and wretched, trying not to throw up, before he even started. His trigger had been pulled though, and he did come: the first squirt down my back and the second one on my cheek. He got his hands in place to contain the rest, but even that made a mess.
In the days that followed, I sucked Harry's dick every chance I got. We couldn't manage to be alone every day, but sometimes we did it twice or even three times in one day. I felt like I had discovered a super power. Harry was the only one I wanted to be intimate with, but sometimes I would look around at my boy classmates, think about their cocks, and just know that I could completely blow their minds. Probably any girl in my grade could have, but that didn't take anything away from me.
I never did overcome my psychological block. Just thinking about come in my mouth was enough to almost make me throw up. I started keeping tissues with me all the time to deal with Harry's loads. He wanted to return the favor but I never let him.
In the beginning, we always stopped and asked each other: Is this what I'm wearing in the video? Is that what you're wearing? Does this room match? It never did, and we eventually grew sloppy.
Fate finally did catch us off-guard on Harry's birthday. We were at Deck 'n Bones and it was raining as hard as I'd ever seen. We had planned to go back to his house after, since his mom had a double shift that night. I had promised him an extra-special birthday BJ, even though I didn't have plans for what I would do differently.
Riding our bikes anywhere was out of the question. Ansal, the store manager, told us we could wait there while he closed up shop early. At first we were in the main store, but after getting hungry for each other making out, we appealed to Ansal's memories of youth, and he said we could use the back room for a little privacy.
I swear I only meant to go as far as, I don't know, his hand up my shirt. Well that happened of course. But with the rain and thunder, and the heat and sweat, it was all just too sexy. I took off my bra from under my blouse. Instead of my usual geek culture T-shirt I was wearing pretty clothes that Tia had helped me pick out, to look nice for Harry's birthday. So Harry reached under my blouse and, for the first time, touched my boobs without any clothing in the way. He looked like he could have just done that for hours - squeezing and rolling them in his hands - but I couldn't wait.
I wrestled Harry to the ground, pulled down his pants, leaned over him, and started sucking his cock. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me. I loved the idea that he thought I was sexy. I loved the idea that watching me suck his dick was even better for him than just having his dick sucked. I hoped that my breasts looked okay like that braless; I could feel them swaying, but I couldn't tell how much Harry could see.
I had gotten better at blowjobs by then. I knew how to use more parts of my mouth: not just my tongue and lips but my cheeks and the roof of my mouth. I'd been trying to build a tolerance to having his dick approach my throat, but I wasn't very far along yet. Harry was developing some control, or tolerance, or whatever, so it usually took a couple minutes to get him off, which I didn't mind at all.
So there I was, slurping, sucking, moving my head up and down on my boyfriend's dick, with one hand jerking his shaft. I knew he was getting close, so with my free hand I started fishing in my backpack for the tissues. All of the sudden the room was flooded with extra light. Ansal froze in the doorway with arms full of boxes.
"Oh shit! Sorry!" He quickly turned around. "Forgot you were here! I'll leave you alone!" He walked out.
I had been distracted: I had turned to look at the doorway. But I guess my hand had developed lots of cock-jerking muscle memory because it had never stopped stroking Harry's wang during the interruption. Harry came all over my face, which was the funniest thing! But then I wondered about cleaning my blouse, and then I realized which blouse it was.
"Oh shit!" I said, ending our laughter.
"Oh! No...?" Harry joined in.
Harry helped clean up my face. Then he flashed me those blue eyes and said, "It doesn't matter. It was with you."
We went back out to the main store and apologized to Ansal, but he was cool about it. I wondered if he'd ever had a secret blowjob in the back room.
The storm was still raging, so Harry and I kissed, me sitting in his lap in one of the comfy chairs in the main store. Subtly, obscured by our bodies, Harry put his hand down my pants and performed absolute magic on my clit. I bit his lip while he gave me my first orgasm.
Ansal drove us home. For the rest of the night I felt like I was lighter than air.
Glyph of Warding
I was madly in love with Harry, but sometimes you need to talk to someone outside of the relationship. Corey and I were studying at his house when I decided to fill him in on the secret.
"You know how I was asking you about prophecy a while back?" I asked Corey. "It's because it's sort of happening to me. A couple years ago we found sex tapes on the Internet. My sex tapes, even though I hadn't done the stuff in them yet. I still haven't for most of them. But some of them have come true. I'm kind of freaking out."
"Yeah, right!" He said. I gave him a pleading look. "Pictures or it didn't happen!" He challenged me.
"Come on, dude! This is embarrassing! Why you gotta be like that?"
"Mallory, you're asking me to believe the impossible."
So then I showed him the strip tease video and told him about the party. And then I told him about the blowjob video, and how it happened even though we tried to avoid it.
"Wait, so you're giving blowjobs to friends now?" He asked presumptuously.
"I'm giving blowjobs to my boyfriend," I corrected him.
"Oh," he said, obviously disappointed.
After a painful silence, Corey asked: "So say I believe you that these video existed before you did that stuff. What's in the other videos? What is it that bothers you? Is it just the philosophical questions, or do you like run over a hobo in a car?"
"The other videos are more sex stuff," I told him. "Real vagina sex stuff. And it looks goooood! The kind of sex life I always hoped to have with my husband some day. But... there are no wedding rings in those videos. And it's two different guys - black guys."
"So neither of them is Harry," Corey said, finishing my thought. "And you're worried that, if these are destined to come true, it means you'll break your promise to your dad, and that you and your 'boyfriend' Harry will break up?"
I frowned and nodded, worried that I was becoming more emotional that was dignified.
"But," he added with a hopeful tone, "at least that means that you'll eventually move on from Harry. You'll get over him and have awesome sex with someone else, right?"
Corey had never been in love. He didn't realize how little comfort that was.
"Don't be mad," Corey told me at school the next day. "I watched those videos."
"Seriously, Corey???" I asked, feeling ashamed and a little violated.
"Well, come on," he said by way of excuse. "This is miraculous shit if what you say is true. This is the impossible happening."
"Yeah," I told him, "and it's also my tits and my ass. God, Corey!"
"Okay, you're mad. I get that," he told me. "But here's the thing: you said there were four videos? Because I found five."
At lunch I borrowed his laptop to watch the new video. I made him sit twenty feet away from me, but I could still feel his eyes on me.
The new one involved butt sex with a guy I couldn't see much of, but who definitely wasn't Harry. It was weird. It started with my double laying face-down on my family room couch, propped up on her elbows, reading a paper edition of The Hobbit (which I'd read like 1000 times before, but always in electronic form). And she didn't stop reading when the guy casually walked up and pulled down her jogging shorts (which I had never owned) and panties. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him. There were drawings in marker on her butt cheeks: A recurve bow and a flanged mace were clearly visible on one. I couldn't see the other drawing clearly enough to make it out.
She kept reading while the guy rubbed some sort of jelly between her butt cheeks, and then slipped his cock up her butt with no difficulty, no wincing, and no gasping. And he fucked her. At first she kept reading, but then she set the book down and closed her eyes with a big smile on her face. After a while her hips started jumping and I think she actually came, although she didn't make any noise. The guy blew his load up in her butt, and then he pulled her shorts back up. The end.
Cory approached cautiously when he could tell I was done watching. He waited for me to talk, which I didn't want to at first. I wasn't really mad at him any more: I was mad at the universe for jerking me around. But then I blurted, "Anal sex? Jogging shorts? Seriously, what the hell?"
"I did think of another up-side," he said tentatively. "At least you know you can't die until all this stuff happens. It's like Arthur and Agrajag in Life, the Universe, and Everything."
Hold Person
The school year ended. I got a summer job at a deli near the game store. Harry volunteered at a community theater. He was with me every Friday night for game night, but he resisted my pleas that he join our D&D game. I think he wanted to leave Corey and me something that was just ours.
The oral went both ways, when I let him. I needed a better promise of privacy to receive it than to give it. He made me appreciate my body in whole new ways. We never talked about it, but I know we both wanted full, real, penetrative sex desperately. He never pressured me, but there were so many times I came close to jumping him and riding him.
I couldn't stop thinking about the buttsex video. I told myself it was disgusting, but my shadow-self seemed to have really enjoyed it. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a cock up in there and how much it would be like vaginal sex, but I honestly had a lot of trouble imagining that too. My body sort of told me what it wanted and expected, but not all that clearly.
I needed a mother figure. "Hey, Aunt Deb? Can I talk to you?"
"Of course, Mal honey," she told me, and clicked off the TV.
"You've... been around a lot, right?" I asked, not at all liking how my question was coming out. "You've done kinky stuff in bed?"
She smiled one of those you're-so-young-and-naive smiles. "Some, yeah," she answered. "But that's sort of like asking someone if they like spicy food. Everyone says yes, but what they mean by it varies hugely."
I decided to try a different angle. "Remember those videos from a few years ago that showed a girl who looked like me but older doing sexual stuff? There are more."
She nodded. "I know."
I was curious about that, but I decided to plow ahead. "...And they're starting to come true. A couple of them have actually happened. I didn't mean them to."
Her mouth hung open but she waited quietly to hear me out.
"Not the bad stuff though!" I hurried to add. "I'm still a virgin - you can check if you want! And I can't imagine ever doing some of that stuff! But there's this one.... It's got butt stuff in it. Gross, right? But in the video I seem to really like it. Is that...?"
I curled up on the couch and hid my face. "Aunt Deb, I really love Harry, and I really really want him. But I want to be pure on my wedding day!"
She finished my thought for me. "And you want to know if anal sex can substitute for the real deal?" I nodded. "It's not the same," she told me, "but it can feel good in a similar way. Use lube: not saliva, not shampoo or cooking oil. Sex lube - and lots of it. And for christ's sake, tell your boyfriend to take it slow. Teenage boys can sometimes forget about their partners in their excitement."
She frowned and got contemplative. "As for the rest of it.... I don't know what to make of it. But YOU are calling the shots, Mallory. You are in charge of your life, and you are responsible for the actions you take." I wasn't sure that was true, but I nodded.
That first time doing anal with Harry, we took Aunt Deb's advice too far. He must have used half the bottle of lube. It got everywhere! Sheets, clothes, carpet, armpits, noses. We did it missionary with my legs sticking in the air. Having a piece of him inside me, filling me up, was the most profound experience of my life. He didn't last very long. I guess the tolerance he'd built up from BJs didn't apply. But I liked it, and I knew that I could come from it.
The second time we did it doggy-style. I was so close to coming when he finished that I begged him not to stop. He tried - he really tried - but his body failed him. The time after that, he got me started with his finger, which I was hesitant about. But he got me relaxed and took his time, and he made me come, just by moving his finger in and out. I immediately pulled him on top of me and he fucked my butt, and it was short but we both came. We eventually found that cowgirl was our favorite position. We liked smiling at each other and he liked watching my boobs jiggle. I learned some ways to move that could get him even more excited.
We did it every chance we got, but we needed so much time and so much privacy. I was sort of obsessed with cleaning up after. I was terrified at the thought that my dad might smell sex lube on me or wonder why there were so many towels in the hamper. One time Aunt Deb pointed out semen stains that she found doing the laundry, and warned that if Dad ever asked her directly what she knew about my sex life, she'd have to tell him.
If anything, this new way of being together made us want penis-in-vagina sex even more.
Detect Evil
Harry and I were too young to seriously be thinking about marriage, but sometimes the way we looked at each other while watching rom-coms let me know that it was on his mind as much as mine.
School started again. For my birthday, Harry gave me a charm bracelet with a bunch of mythological creatures as the charms. Naturally I wore it everywhere at first - except in the gym showers. That's why it was sitting in my open locker for Heidi the bitch to grab when we'd just come from the showers.
"Isn't this cUTE?" She taunted. "Which one gave it to you? The white nerd who gets to touch your boobs, or the black nerd who you make lick your boots?"
"Give it back, Heidi," I growled.
She held it closer to her chest. "It's DARLING! There's a dragon," she said, thumbing through the charms, "and a flying pony, and..."
I lunged at her. I had never taken karate lessons or been in a fight, but I had always assumed that years of tactical melee gaming would have rubbed off and given a little bit of competence in a brawl. Nuh-uh. To my shame, it was a pathetic girl-fight cliche. There was hair-pulling and scratching. Of course we both lost our towels early on, so our still-wet boobs and legs and butts were all pressing against each other as we rolled around on the ground. The other girls just cheered us on.
It ended when two coaches pulled us apart, with me yelling, "It's called a PEGASUS, BITCH! Read a book!"
The whole school knew about it by the end of the day. At home, Lee commented, "I was wondering when that one was going to happen."
Sure enough, there had already been a video for it. It creeped me out to no end to realize that my brother was watching my future sex life. There was another new video, too.
This one took place in a tiny room. Some guy was sitting in a chair with my doppelganger sitting in his lap wiggling provocatively. She was wearing very short shorts and a nearly indecent halter. Unlike in most of the videos, the man's face was clearly visible. He was a young adult, certainly older than high school, and he had a sort of confidence about him that I'd never seen in the boys I knew.
She stood up. "We're not supposed to do this, but I just like you too much," she told him.
First she pulled down his pants, and of course his cock sprung to life. Then she took a bottle of something from off-camera and squirted it all over her boobs. It was some kind of oil I guessed, because it made her skin shine. Then she got on her knees, but she didn't blow him. Instead she fed his dick to her boobs from below, and the head poked out the top. Her halter was tight enough that her titties were giving him a good squeeze.
She started moving up and down. His cock-head barely disappeared between her melons but then popped back up again, over and over. It was obviously slippery in there, and his cock became shiny pretty quickly too. The guy began to moan. The girl moaned too, answering him - encouraging him. This went on for minutes. Every part of his body except his man-meat was limp, and he was not shy about making noise. To tease him even more, she unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt and let her fingers glide over his six-pack abs.
She took off her top and used her hands to hold her boobs together, squeezing his dick even tighter than before. She moved faster, her whole body going up and down to give his cock a ride. She let a string of spit fall from her mouth down into the action chasm. There was the rapidly-repeating noise of slapping flesh, although I wasn't sure exactly what was making it. She looked into his eyes with a devilish smile and he began an out-of-control moan. He shot five strong come missiles into her chin and then dribbled a few more drops into her bosom.
The girl wiped up all the come and put her top back on. Then she grabbed a piece of paper from the same place as the oil bottle and stuffed it into his shirt pocket.
Remove Curse
Lee's friend TB had been coming around a lot since school started. He had a new car and he and Lee went out cruising all the time. "TB" was short for "Terabyte" - Said it was his "street name". Dude was from the suburbs, just like the rest of us. I'd always hated him: every time Lee had ever been in trouble, TB was responsible. Occasionally over the years TB had pestered me, but mostly we had always ignored each other.
Harry and I were sitting at the kitchen table unboxing a new board game when I got fed up with TB's blatant staring. "What exactly are you looking at, TB?" I challenged.
"Ah, I'm just looking forward to our night together," he said smoothly.
"Our what?!?" I came back. "In your dreams!"
"Ah, it'll happen. It's written in the stars," he said with a cocky grin. "I'll see you on the end of my cock, giving up your cherry."
I put my hand on Harry's knee under the table to make she he didn't do anything stupid. I mean, a girl likes a guy who'll fight for her, but Harry would have been slaughtered, even if Lee stayed out of it. TB wasn't especially big, but he was fit as hell - muscles in all the right places. He was an asshole, but the boy took care of himself.
"Never gonna happen! I hate you!" I told him. But my mind was filling with doubt, connecting the dots.
TB laughed, looking to Lee to see if he'd join in the joke. "Shit, do you know how many bitches who hate me end up riding my dick? In your case, I've got photographic evidence before it even happens!"
I was fuming, but Harry was calm. "Let's see the tattoo," he challenged.
TB grinned at Harry and then pulled up the leg of his shorts to show us the tattoo on his thigh. It was a tribal design, but I couldn't tell if it was the same as the one in the video. Harry and I left in a hurry.
I poured over the video time and time again looking for some piece of evidence that the guy in the video wasn't TB, but everything supported the idea: skin tone, muscles, tattoo. I was desperately worried that TB was right.
Harry calmed me down and we came up with a plan. I was going to get a tattoo of my own - maybe a hippogriff - on my breast or somewhere else where my dad would never see it. We were going to make it impossible for the virginity video to come true.
My dad burst in to the tattoo parlour while I was looking at samples. It turned out that one of the guys who worked there was on my dad's bowling team, and had seen pictures of me. The guy called my dad, figuring he had a right to know. Dad asked for an explanation, but what could I tell him? He was more upset that I had nothing to say than about the tattoo in the first place. I was grounded for three weeks.
I only got to see Harry for brief seconds in the halls between classes. I missed him so much! My lips missed kissing his. My body missed his weight pressing down on me, or feeling him below me. My thighs missed squeezing his cheeks.
The tattoo thing wouldn't work: I was sure that my dad had sent photos and threatening letters to every tattoo place within fifty miles. Harry and I made a new plan: I would give my virginity to him. He was the one it always should have been to begin with. We both felt really good about the decision and couldn't wait until my punishment was over. Yeah, circumstances were forcing our timing, but it was right. We both knew it was meant to be.
Harry got hit by a drunk driver while riding his bike. He hung on for three days in the ICU, unconscious, before he died. Harry's mom was so gracious! She was a shoulder to lean on - for me and everyone. I didn't know how she could do it: how she kept from being crushed. As I accepted the comfort she gave me, I kept thinking, "If she only knew that I killed her son...."
Corey tried to console me in his way. "It's probably a coincidence," he said, although I'm not sure he believed it. "But even if the universe did kill Harry to protect the timeline or whatever, it's not like you had any reason to expect that would happen. Nobody gave you a rule book, 'Subject of Prophecy Handbook'. I've seen what you can do when you know the rules. You'd have all this wrapped around your finger."
I felt small. "It feels like it's my fault."
"No, wait, think about it," he explained. "If it is really destiny, then Harry's death was already written. Nothing you could do about. Nothing you could do about anything." His face lit up as he worked through it. This was the sort of puzzle that was fun for him. "But on the other hand, if it wasn't pre-determined, then either Harry's death was a coincidence, or it was the action of some powerful adversary. Like, Devil-powerful."
"That doesn't make me feel better," I told him.
"Yeah," he acknowledged. "Okay."
I went to my doctor and started on birth control. I resigned myself to disgracing my family by losing my virginity to the world's greatest asshole, but there was no way I was going to have his baby.
Protection from Evil
I mostly sulked at home for a while: no board game nights, no D&D, no hanging out with Tia. And then I had my appendix removed, and gained a new scar in the same spot as the one in the virginity video. I showed my doctor a zoomed-in picture from the video and asked how long it would be before my scar looked like that. She said four to six weeks.
The gang at Deck 'n Bones were about to start a new D&D campaign, so I decided to try to rejoin them. I was doing well for a while, but then the Dungeon Master introduced an oracle into the story and I lost it. I threw books, punched walls, and screamed like a harpy.
Everyone in the group was staring at me, wondering why I had gone postal. "They might have some ideas," Corey suggested softly with a shrug.
Corey and I explained the whole weird humiliating situation. They stayed mostly silent, but Lisa and Jim tried to argue when I got to the part about Harry's death being my fault.
Griff was a fifty year old gruff guy with a red beard. He stayed silent, but when we were done he somehow drew everyone's attention. "Okay, first of all, you're full of shit. Secondly, Harry's death wasn't your fault... because you're full of shit. Thirdly, if you weren't full of shit, you'd be doing it all wrong."
He stood up, paused to make sure he still had everyone's attention, and went on: "In all of the stories, the hero always tries to ignore fate, and it doesn't work. Or they try to defy fate, and it doesn't work. These themes are classic: look at Oedipus Rex. The only way to win in a prophetic story is to trick fate."
"How do you do that?" Corey asked.
"Okay, you claim - you're full of shit, but you claim," Griff lectured, "that everything you've seen in these videos has happened exactly. So what's in the videos is constant - it can't be changed. But everything else is a variable that potentially you can control. Set them up - stage them. Make them happen the way you want, within the bounds of the premonition."
"Yeah, I get it," Ansal joined it. "It's like in Back to the Future, where Marty sees Doc Brown get shot, but what he doesn't see is that Doc Brown is wearing a bulletproof vest!"
Griff rolled his eyes. "Back to the Future is overrated Hollywood drivel with insultingly bad time travel mechanics. If you want to see a mainstream movie that gets it all right, watch..."
Ansal cut him off: "...Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Yeah, we've heard your rant before, Griff. But, the bulletproof vest is what you're talking about, right?"
"Well, yeah," Griff reluctantly admitted.
"So, maybe it's not this TB guy?" Lisa speculated. "Maybe it's his nicer twin brother?"
"With the same tattoo?" Ansal politely challenged.
"Maybe you're not really a virgin when it happens," Jim suggested. "Maybe you use theater blood packs or something."
Lisa shook her head. "But then she'd still have to sleep with TB. That doesn't solve anything."
My head was spinning. My heart was thumping. My body was high on adrenaline for some reason. I wanted very badly to be somewhere else. I stood up. "I'm sorry. I'm just really not feeling like this right now. Thank you," I told them. Corey rode with me silently to my house and then went on his way.
At school the next day during lunch, Corey was acting super cautious. "So I've been doing some research. About your videos," he told me. "And I'd like to tell you what I've found. But only if you're ready to talk about it."
"Yeah, I guess," I said with a frown.
"I think the anal sex on the couch is supposed to be with me," he blurted.
"Corey...!" I couldn't believe that he was adding this to my problems.
He pushed on: "I think we set it up, like Griff said. Like a test." He waited a moment but I had nothing to say to him. "Think about it. You've got those markings on your butt: mace and bow - cleric and ranger, like our new D&D characters. And you're reading The Hobbit. I'm the one who turned you on to that, way back in grade school."
"It's not exactly obscure in our circle, Corey," I argued with a sigh.
"But..., why a paper copy instead of digital? I bet it's so that we could see the cover in the video. And it's in your house in the middle of the day," he continued. "If it's this time of year than it's gotta be around noon, so either a Saturday, or we ditch class for it. And there's the thing about wearing clothes you would never wear. Doesn't it all seem staged?"
I felt a headache coming on. "Corey, I really don't need this right now." I took a deep breath. "If all that's true, if we did it to send ourselves a message, why wouldn't I just say your name?"
"Well, I mean," he stammered. "That's like one of Griff's rules. You can't say my name because you don't say my name. Look, Mal, I know you don't think of me as boyfriend material or whatever, and I guess sometimes I have creeped on you a little, but I'm your ally in this. Either it's me and we put all those clues there as a test or lesson, or it's some guy you don't know, and none of those things make any sense."
I did badly on my chemistry test after lunch. My mind was consumed with finding some other explanation than the one Corey had proposed.
That evening I admitted to Corey that he was probably right. We both studied the video, separately, trying to learn every detail.
"Your dick is actually that big?" I asked when we compared notes.
"Yeah," he answered standoffishly. I don't know why, but I'd just always assumed that Corey had a small dick. "You're going to need to practice," he told me. "Work your way up until you can handle something as big as a dick."
"That won't be a problem," I told him. "Harry and I were doing anal for half the summer." He frowned jealously.
Corey practiced drawing the weapon symbols on paper. We never could figure out what the other symbol was. Dad and Lee planned to go to a car show on Saturday. I begged Aunt Deb to stay away from the house then, but I wouldn't tell her why. It was hard for her, but she decided to trust me and agreed to go out. I went shopping for the stuff we needed: white gym shorts, a gray sweatshirt, a paper copy of The Hobbit, and a tube of lube gel.
On the day of, I came out of my bedroom wearing my new clothes. I wasn't wearing a bra under the sweatshirt. It seemed silly to wear one when I was going to be jumping into the shower in a little while. Corey had set up my phone on a tripod where he figured the video must have been shot from. I could see the boner trapped in his pants.
I lay down on the couch and pulled my shorts down while Corey laid out his reference sketches, and then he began drawing on my butt. The marker tickled while he traced out the symbols, and of course his hands were on me. Corey, who I'd always thought of as a brother - but a good brother, not a garbage one like Lee - was touching my butt, and was soon going to put his dick in it. He could probably even see my pussy, I mused. Could he smell my pussy? Was that a real thing? Harry had never said anything about that. Even as I was thinking these things, I could feel my pussy getting wetter. Would he notice? Oh, god, now I was just making it worse! As much as I hated to admit it, my body was super excited about what was going down.
Corey started drawing on the other cheek - the symbol we hadn't been able to identify. "What are you drawing?" I asked.
"A griffin, you know, to tell us this was Griff's idea," he answered.
"But we don't know if that's what it really is in the video," I worried.
"Yeah, but if we can't tell, it probably doesn't matter," he reasoned.
So then he was done, and I pulled my shorts back up - because that's how the video started. And then I started to read. My eyes read the words but my mind couldn't pay attention to them. I was nervous and excited and angry and I missed Harry. I wondered what he would have thought of this plan. But my eyes kept moving over words. The soft fabric of my new sweatshirt rubbed against my stiff nipples when I turned the page.
Corey got on the couch with me and pulled down my shorts and panties. I felt his dick flop on my ass and I felt his hands rubbing lube into my butthole. Then he penetrated my ass with his dick, smooth and easy - although I could definitely feel the difference in size. It was his first time being inside a woman, but he had jerked off earlier to be sure he could last long enough. He pumped into me, and he didn't make a sound, but I sort of got a sense for how he was reacting to the experience by how his fingers flexed and pressed into my butt cheeks.
For my part, my pussy was gushing and I was super embarrassed about it. I pretended to read as long as I could, but I eventually had to just put the book down, relax, and feel the fuck. I couldn't let Corey know how good it made me feel, so I hid the first couple orgasms from him. They weren't big soul-clashing climaxes like they had always been with Harry, but they were good and plentiful. After a while, I couldn't help it. He was riding my ass, fucking me with all his animal instinct, and my hips began to jump. My pussy leaked into the couch and my butt came on his dick over and over again.
Finally he blew his wad, and I felt it. I was flooded with the same sense of satisfaction that I'd had with Harry from being filled with come. I truly understood just then that sex could be good in different ways with different partners.
Corey pulled my shorts up and exited the scene. After another moment, I got up and went to the bathroom to shower. While there I looked in the mirror to see what he'd drawn. It wasn't a griffin. It was a heart with "M+H" written in the middle.
When I returned Corey moved close to me and tried for a kiss but I kept my distance. We compared the video we had recorded with the one on the web, and it was the same, frame for frame.
I studied all of the videos over and over that evening. My mind wouldn't let me sleep - it was too active, asking questions, formulating theories, playing millions of games of what-if. Several times after I thought I was in bed for good, I got up to re-watch some part of some video.
Everyone was surprised to see me the next day at D&D. "Before we start, I just want to apologize to all of you for the way I behaved last week, and to thank you for listening to my problems." Turning to face Griff, I added with a grin, "Even if I am full of shit."
"So what are you going to do now?" Lisa asked.
"I know what I have to do," I said confidently. "My friend Tia can help me get a fake ID. Ansal, your daughter works at a gentlemen's club in midtown, right? Can you put me in touch with her? I need to pick her brain about how to get hired." Ansal nodded.
"Then I just need to work as a stripper until I meet the guy from the titty-fuck-video, seduce him, and convince him to get a temporary tattoo before taking my virginity. Easy," I said with a sarcastic shrug.
"What if that's not the right club?" Ansal asked.
"It will be," I answered authoritatively. "Or an opportunity will present itself. I hope." I turned to Corey. "I'm going to need to practice that boob-job technique. Can I count on you, ally?" I said with a wink.
"Yeah!" Corey said without hesitation.
Lisa interjected. "I did some dancing in college. I could work with you on some moves if you'd like."
"Oh my god, that would be great!" I told her.
Griff broke the silence that followed. "If we're done with the fantasy portion of the afternoon, what do you say we get back to clearing out that kobold lair?"
True Seeing
So that's where I am now. Tia's uncle hooked me up with a fake ID and Ansal's daughter got me an interview. Lisa taught me some dance moves, and my tits have made Corey come four times now. The last two times I even let him kiss me after. My appendix scar still doesn't look like the one in the video, so I've got time. And I'm honestly really looking forward to getting fucked. I'm so sick of this virginity stuff! My pussy deserves a pounding! TB still taunts me, but his reckoning will come.
I've thought long and hard about why this is happening. It seems like there must be a design to it - it can't be just the random machinery of the universe hiccupping. Is there some intelligent force, somehow, that set all this up? I briefly considered the idea that Corey secretly had god-like powers and had engineered it all to get into my pants.
Ansal told me about this old TV show, Quantum Leap, where for season after season the hero gets bounced around in time without explanation, given missions to fix people's lives. In the final episode, he's told that it was all training to prepare him for the real challenge. So maybe that's what this is: maybe some angel is teaching me to be a time travel commando. Maybe some fourth dimensional aliens need me to be a sex paragon. Or maybe God just wanted to let me know that I don't have to wait until I'm married.
One thing's for sure: eventually it's going to catch up to me, and I'm going to disappoint my dad. I really hope he doesn't go to strip clubs.
I found a new video today. In this one, my doppelganger was riding in a van with two guys, hanging on one of them and making out while he shoved his hand down the front of her mini dress. The other guy was sitting in the row behind them. It was night time, and they were driving on a rural highway.
The guy whispered in my doppelganger's ear, and she replied out loud, "I know you want it, Steven. That doesn't mean you're gonna get it."
"Come on, Mal - I've been charged up all day and we've still got hours to go," he complained.
"It'll get messy," she objected.
"They'll have laundry service when we get there. Come on, baby, I need that pussy!"
So video-Mallory unzipped him. He was dressed nicely - not like Prom, but like night out clubbing nice. She stroked his dick a little while they kissed. He pulled down one of her shoulder straps and set her breast free. Then she climbed on top of him, pulling her dress up, and moving the crotch of her fancy panties aside. Her pussy swallowed his dick, and then she started moving.
"Hey, Tia baby, wake up," the second guy said, shoving at what I assumed was the unseen body of my friend. "Baby, come on - I need some."
My doppelganger kept riding her date. It wasn't just a simple up-down: she was moving her body in ways I can't even describe. Meanwhile the guy's hands were moving all over her: grabbing her breasts, caressing her butt, twirling his fingers in her braids.
Tia's date leaned over her, obviously touching her.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Ollie," shadow-me said, as if talking to a misbehaving school boy.
"It's cool," he answered. "We have this understanding. She lets me do her when she's passed out. She likes it - it turns her on."
"Mmm-hmm," video-Mallory said skeptically. "Maybe that's true - wouldn't surprise me. But my girl T has never said anything about it to me, so you're grounded. Hands-off."
"Aw, come on!" Ollie protested. "You can't expect me to sit here and watch you two go at it. My nuts will burst!"
"You've got hands," Steven teased him.
"Come on," shadow-me said, tapping the seat next to her. "As a favor to Tia."
She kept riding Steven's cock while Ollie moved to the bench next to her. Her pussy lips grabbed at the slippery dick ever time it retreated. "Christ, Mal, where did you learn those moves?" Her lover sighed.
One-handed, she opened Tia's boyfriend's pants and pumped his dick with her hand. He groaned in satisfaction. "I know there's no point in saying this, Ollie," she told him, "but give me some warning before you come, 'kay?"
"Sure thing, Mal," he answered, a bit confused by her tone.
Ollie eyed her loose bouncing breast hungrily. He reached for it, grabbed it and squeezed it: his first time touching her tits, I would bet. His hand hardly seemed up to the task: I think her boobs were bigger than mine. Did she have implants? Were D's not enough?
Ollie leaned in to suck her tit, but Steven shoved him away with his shoulder. So video-Mallory leaned back away from Steven and to the side, toward Ollie, to give him room. He fixed his mouth to her nipple like a newborn. It was like watching a circus act: her hips kept grinding in Steven's lap while she reclined, held up by Steven's arm around her waist and Ollie's behind her back. He sucked her tit, she stroked his cock, and everybody moaned.
"So deep inside...," video-Mallory muttered. Then she groaned, "Best dick ever."
After a little while, she sat straight up and looked into Steven's eyes. "Did you just come already?" She challenged him.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you."
"Yeah you will," she said with a wink and a kiss. To Ollie she said, "Move on down."
Ollie slid to the end of the bench and my doppelganger crawled on her hands and knees into the space between the two boys. She lowered her face onto Ollie's cock and began bobbing up and down, but not like I would: she was going deep. She took all of him in, aggressively fucking him with her throat. Her ass was sticking out in front of Steven, so he started working two fingers in her pussy. Semen and girl-come accumulated on his hand the more he fingered her.
Steven must have been better with his hands than with his dick, because two minutes later, she came. Ollie was balls-deep in her mouth and she made a gurgling choking noise. Her throat must have tightened up, because that put Ollie over the edge. His face contorted and he came. Video-Mallory snapped back, choking, dribbling his first shot of come from her mouth while the rest unloaded into her hair.
"Dude, she told you to warn her," Steven harassed his friend.
"I call first shower," she declared as she got her clothes back in order and wiped her face on Ollie's shirt.
"Hey - what do you say to a little DP when we get there?" Ollie suggested.
"I couldn't do that to my girl," video-Mallory replied.
"I wanna see it," came Tia's sluggish voice from the back.
"What was that babe?" Ollie called back.
Tia sat up partly, looking tired as hell. "I wanna see her take both your cocks."
"Well, we've still got a long way to go," future-Mallory told them. "We're in college now - we should be talking about philosophy and stuff. What do you guys think about destiny versus free will?"
So do I have free will? Maybe some, but I'm definitely not 100% free. Do you? I can't say for sure... unless you show up in one of my videos. But if you do, at least we'll probably have a good time.
Mallory