by Alyson Belle
“Oh, yeah, of course…” He seemed embarrassed. “I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant... I think we’ll have a great time again.” She doubted that that was what he’d meant, but you couldn’t blame a guy for trying, right? She smiled at him, amused, and he seemed to take it as a sign she believed him.
They spent the rest of the ride in semi-awkward silence while teen starlets and double-platinum rappers bopped and popped through Chuck’s speakers. Mikala got to thinking about virtnet again, about how hot last Friday had been, and then she couldn’t stop imagining Chuck bending her into compromising positions. Why did she have these thoughts? That was virtnet, this was real. She wasn’t Mikala, no matter how much she might wish she was.
Soon they arrived at the theater, and he walked around to her side to open the door for her. She stepped out carefully, swinging her legs over to the side like Kyla had shown her so she didn’t accidentally flash him. He helped her up and then they both realized how close they were standing again. His touch was warm on her hand. He blushed and dropped it. Why was Chuck acting so shy? He usually seemed so confident! Before she knew what she’d done, Mikala had grabbed his hand again, and he started massaging her palm with his fingers. She squeezed back. The two of them started laughing together nervously, and Chuck led her hand in hand to the ticket line.
He bought her movie ticket, and then bought her a popcorn, a soda, and her own bag of licorice strips. When she tried to give him money, he just smiled and waved her away. “Hey, I asked you out,” he said. “At least let me pay for it.” Nobody had ever bought her anything for her before. No one had ever been so interested in her before. It made her heart swell, even if it was all pretend.
She wished she could have enjoyed it a little more. Amy and Kyla had warned her that people might stare at her, but she felt like everyone was staring. The girls had sworn up and down that it was because she looked like a tall, gorgeous brunette with red accents (“People always stare at girls as pretty as you, darling,” Amy had said), but Mikala couldn’t help but wonder if the people around her could tell she was really a boy. More than one girl gave her a dirty look, eyes lingering on the skirt at mid-thigh. She kept self-consciously trying to pull it down the extra inch or two it seemed to want to climb up while she walked, as if it wasn’t short enough.
The leer she got from the ticket taker didn’t look like one he’d give a boy, though, and Chuck didn’t seem to have noticed anything was wrong, either. Guys kept sneaking glances at her whenever they thought she wasn’t looking, whenever they thought their dates weren’t looking. She felt her cheeks redden at the thought, but it was as much with excitement as with shame.
They found seats in the back and settled in. Chuck balanced the popcorn on his lap. Mikala, feeling suddenly nervous, almost asked him if there was a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket, but then shoveled a handful of popcorn into her mouth instead. Terrible humor would just make things more awkward, and she didn’t want to draw more attention to their sexual escapades from last Friday. Did she? They both kept their mouths too full to have to force more conversation as the pre-movie commercials played.
Soon the lights dropped and the movie started. He’d picked a romantic comedy, something he thought she’d like. Mikala couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen an actual movie. How old had she been? Eight? Nine? Before virtnet got really popular, for sure. Its novelty drew her in, and soon she was engrossed. The film was different from the virtnet feelsies everyone was used to now, where you played the main character and everything happened to you, personally. Instead, she found herself standing on the sidelines while the main character, a plucky young girl, fought the queen bee at her school and faced down impossible odds to try to snag the man of her dreams.
At some point, Chuck’s hand slithered over to gently drape around her shoulders. She hardly noticed until it was there, but then she found that she didn’t mind. She cuddled into him, sinking against his hard body. They’d finished the popcorn by then, and he put the empty bag on the floor and started playing with her fingers on his knee. She was finding it difficult to pay attention to the movie. A fluttering feeling started in her chest, spreading down to her tummy. After a moment, his hand released her fingers to slide over to rest gently on her nylon-covered thigh. Her breath stopped as he started massaging it. Images of last Friday flashed through her head, and a noticeable tightening in her panties caused her to squeeze her crossed legs even further and press herself down against the seat. She was glad it was too dark to see her face. She could have stopped him, she supposed. But all she wanted was for him to keep doing it.
She snuck a peek at him, saw that he was staring at her in the darkness, staring at her face. She stared back, mouth dropping open ever so slightly to ask a question she didn’t have, a question that never came because he was moving in too quickly.
And then he kissed her. It was long, it was sweet, and it had just the right amount of tongue. For a brief second, there was nothing but the kiss for her, and in that moment she found that she really was Mikala, no matter what was in her panties.
When he stopped, the spell was broken. Her whole being cried out for more, for one more second to feel like she just had. She just wanted to kiss him again and again, to forget about Mike, to live forever in the moment as Mikala, his naughty little date.
When he whispered, “You wanna get out of here?”, there was only one possible answer she could give him.
Culmination
They hustled out, tripping over people and slamming doors, and then his tires squealed on the way out of the parking lot, speeding off towards wherever “out of here” was. Her mind was racing, wondering what the hell she was doing, but she was drunk on the excitement of it all. Her eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants and then snapped away self-consciously. She had to fight not to look.
He drove her past the school, over the old rusting railroad tracks and out past the poorer part of town with its rundown houses and dirty sheds, all the way out to the huge parking lot they used for the county fairgrounds. Right now the grounds were just a big field full of muddy patches, ringed with huge spreading trees. Chuck pulled under the biggest tree, safely hiding them in the shade of the branches, and parked, killing the lights. Moonlight bloomed through the gaps in the leaves, giving the interior of the car a soft, dim glow. Mikala could just barely make out his smile. “I guess we’re alone now,” he said.
“I guess we are,” she replied. She shivered, realizing just how true it was. Anything could happen out here. He seemed more at ease, more confident now than he’d been all night. She’d agreed to come, hadn’t she? Had it been a mistake? Too late now… There was a wicked gleam in his eye. Her mouth felt dry again.
“You’re a good girl though, aren’t you?”
She nodded, lips pressed tightly together. She could feel the cool metal of the cross at her neck. Goosebumps rose over body as he leaned closer. She wondered what would come next. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, wishing she wasn’t so turned on by it all.
“Well, good girl…” he slid his hand over to rest on her thigh again. “Stop me when it feels too bad for you.” And then he was rubbing her thigh, playing with the hem of her skirt with his thumb, as he leaned in to kiss her again. She met him eagerly, in spite of herself. How did he taste so good? His other hand wandered up to graze over the fabric of her shirt, resting on her breast, and he squeezed as he kissed her, grabbing the little bit of her chest she did have resting in the cup and making her jump. “Mmm…” he moaned against her lips. Her nipples hardened under the padding of the bra. She panicked then, pushing him back, and his hands left her body.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Too much?”
Mikala didn’t know. “I’m just… a little embarrassed.”
He smiled at her. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby… I love small tits. Especially your small tits. It’s what’s inside that counts… and I happen to know that you have nothing to be embarrassed about.
”
“Yeah?” Her heart started a little faster, and the types of thoughts good girls didn’t have began to worm their way back into her head.
“Not if last week was a glimpse into just how naughty of a girl you really are…”
It’s what’s inside that counts, he said.
“Take off your pants,” Mikala said, pushing her hair back behind her shoulders. She was surprised at how authoritative she sounded. Chuck stared at her, open-mouthed, and then hastily complied. His jeans and boxers slide down his hips to pool at his ankles, bobbling his stiff cock back and forth as they careened over it. It stood straight up now in the moonlight.
“Put your hands behind your head,” she said. He obeyed. She couldn’t believe what she was doing.
And then her hand was around his hot, throbbing rod, fingers pulling up in light, practiced jerks while she leaned over him, her hot breath on his neck, the gyrations of his body driving her wild. She gently licked up the length of it while she pumped her fist, moving up to his ear.
“How is this for a good girl?” she whispered. He moaned, bucking.
“Oh god… how are you so good at that?”
“Practice,” she said with a smirk. Her teeth grazed his ear and he moaned again.
“You want more?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Oh god, please…”
“Tell me what I am.”
“You’re a dirty little slut!”
“I am. And I want your cock in my mouth.” She felt him swell at her words, and then she was bending over him to take him into her mouth, cherry-red lips sliding hungrily up and down the length of it, tongue teasing him with each stroke. A brief pang of shame was suppressed in a primal rush of desire to suck him dry, make him hers, bring him to a climax of pleasure and release.
She lost herself in the rhythm of it, gave herself fully over to being Mikala, to being with Chuck, to loving every minute of it, and she barely noticed when he slid his hands into her hair and gripped, driving her harder and harder down onto his dick. The pins held, just like Amy said they would, and soon his body was tensing, his thighs convulsing.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m coming…”
His hips stilled, legs shaking, his hands clenched, and her mouth flooded with a thick, salty taste. When she came away her lips were pressed tightly together again, but they curved into a smile. His cock had a cherry-red ring around it where her lipstick had marked him. She opened the door, leaned out, and discretely spat on the ground. Then she pulled back in and grinned at him while he sat panting, recovering from his brush with ecstasy.
“You… are so... fucking hot…” he managed to say.
Mikala leaned against him and nuzzled at his neck, gently teasing him with her fingers, amused by the little shudders she drew each time she brushed his tip.
“Wow,” he said. “Just wow…” His hand strayed to the hem of her skirt again. “Do you want me to... you know, return the favor?”
She gently pushed it away, laughing softly and shaking her head. “No. I’m a good girl, remember?” She turned and kissed his neck again a few more times. “Look me up in virtnet, though, and let’s see what you can do.” His cock jumped under her hand again, and she smiled to herself.
“I will definitely be doing that.”
The ride home was full of flirting, sidelong glances. They played with each other’s fingers, they brushed against each other’s thighs. When he pulled back into Amy’s driveway, Mikala was still drunk on the thrill of the evening, of everything that had happened. He came around to open the door for her, walked her to the porch, and bent her back with a long kiss goodnight, before lifting her back up and reluctantly letting her go. “When can I see you again?” he asked.
“Soon,” she answered, smiling her secret little smile.
When he’d gone, Amy and Kyla yanked the door open.
“Whoaaaa, hot stuff!” Kyla yelled.
“Wow!” said Amy. “That seemed like it went well. No more worries about Pete pounding you, then?”
“Huh, what?” Mikala asked. “Oh… oh, no. No, I don’t think that will be a problem.” She walked in past them, kicked off her shoes, and sat down on Amy’s couch. She relaxed in the warm glow of a nearby lamp, eyes closed, basking in the feeling of a successful date.
The girls came and stood over her. Kyla folded her arms.
“So?” asked Amy. “How do you feel?
“Amazing,” she purred.
“Glad to have it all behind you?” Kyla asked.
“Behind me?” asked Mikala.
“Yeah. No need to be Mikala again, right?”
Mikala shook her head vigorously. “Oh no. After tonight, all I want is to keep being Mikala… I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Amy, but I think I like it…” she sighed and relaxed further into the couch.
“I thought you might,” Amy whispered, nudging Kyla and smiling her own secret smile.
“I think she’s spent,” Kyla said. “Ames, your mom won’t pay any attention to us when she gets home, right?”
“No way. She’s always too exhausted to care what I’m up to.”
“Then everyone upstairs!” Kyla said. “I’m declaring a girls’ night sleepover. We’re going to need all the details, Mikala.” She wandered towards the kitchen. “I’ll make some popcorn…”
Amy grasped Mikala’s hands and pulled her gently back up standing, still smiling at her. “You look so cute when you’re satisfied and sleepy, honey,” she said.
Mikala floated a dreamy smile back to her. “Should we get upstairs? I thought I saw some pajamas in your sister’s clothes pile.”
Amy nodded. They started up the steps, Amy leading the way, but then Mikala paused on the landing, looking up at her. “Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. For everything. This has all been… I don’t know. It’s been a dream come true.”
Amy smiled and nodded again, a strange look in her eyes. “You’re welcome.”
“We can keep doing this, can’t we?”
Amy slid back down the steps, pushing up close to Mikala on the landing, gently drawing her finger along her jawline before popping up to tap her on the nose. She could feel the heat coming off of Amy’s body, smell the faint, sweet smell of her perfume as she leaned in close. “Don’t you worry, my little slave… we’re just getting started.”
“Promise?” Mikala asked, trembling.
“I promise,” she whispered.
Did you enjoy your time with Mikala, Amy, and Chuck? The story continues in Book 3 of the Virtnet Chronicles, Losing It! Don’t miss it…
Losing It (The Virtnet Chronicles, Book 3)
Mike is enjoying being a girl so much that he can’t keep straight whether he’s Mike or Mikala anymore, and now that he’s blurring the lines between Virtnet and reality with his boyfriend Chuck, he needs to learn a few things about femininity. Good thing for him that his mistress Amy is happy to teach, starting with a very personal lesson on proper lingerie selection!
But Amy isn’t the only one paying attention to the new girl in town: Christy Parker, Chuck’s ex-girlfriend, has begun poking around where she doesn’t belong and asking some uncomfortable questions. When she demands that Mike help her figure out the real identity of this Mikala, Mike is faced with an impossible decision that leaves him in a very, very compromising position.
The action is hotter than ever this time, and the questions are stacking up! How is Mike going to get out of this one before the whole school learns his humiliating secret?
An excerpt from Book 3 of The Virtnet Chronicles, Losing It:
“Get up in the truck,” Chuck growled.
Mikala heard the need in his voice and thrilled at the sound of it. She was about to protest, to tease him a little more, but then he flipped her skirt up, slapped her ass, and tossed her over the edge of the truck. She flew through the air, surprised, arms waving, and bounced in a tangle of curled hair and flappin
g fabric onto the creaking springs of the old mattress.
“H-hey,” she said, pushing herself onto her hands and knees and shooting a warning glare back at Chuck.
But before she could react he had launched himself into the truck bed too and was on his knees behind her, rock-hard manhood pushed up against her wet panties, hands locked around her wrists. “You got on all fours for me. Good girl.” He nuzzled into her neck and she trembled and moaned, feeling the tip of his erect penis waggle against her clit through the layers of cotton and jeans.
“Oh, ho ho. You do want it bad. What a slutty little virgin.” Chuck kept her locked in place with his left hand while his right strayed back to slide her panties slowly down her toned legs. She tried to turn around and watch but the angle was wrong and she couldn’t see a thing. Just his big, rough hand, caressing the inside of her thighs. She was practically shaking.
She heard a zipper drop, and some fumbling, and then warm, hard flesh bounced against her most intimate parts. The tip of his manhood grazed her moistened lips and slid along, spreading them slightly, teasing her. She moaned again, long and low, and rocked against him, but he laughed and kept the angle down so she couldn’t just slide onto it.
“God, you’re awful,” panted Mikala. “Teasing me…”
“My little virgin wants it bad, doesn’t she?”
“So bad…” Mikala breathed. Her nipples were razor sharp and tingling, rubbing against the inside of her bra. She trembled all over.
Chuck leaned in really close. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I made sure you’d get the full experience. I know you haven’t gotten to in real life yet, since you’re a good Catholic girl.”
Mikala was too dazed and distracted by need to process what he was telling her. “Hunh?” she asked.
Chuck’s voice dropped even lower. “That little tightening you felt earlier? That was me giving your avatar a hymen. You really are a virgin, baby.” He tightened his grip on her wrist as her pulse quickened. “And I’m going to pop your cherry.”
