Victoria was a virgin who feared touch, much less sex.
Vicki was a vamp who needed touch, and often sex.
The two walked in the shadow of College Mall and the new Lazarus store on the west side of Bloomington.
By 2023, this was all gone, the older Martha realized. It began with the fires of 2018 that swept through much of the area, and the F-5 tornado 10 months later -- in the spring of 2019 -- that vaporized much of this area. In her time, College Mall was now a large park with a small memorial, along with small plots of farmland that students rented out to grow fruits and vegetables.
But in 1989, it was still College Mall. Vicki took her younger virgin version into the facility and meandered with her. They went to the food court area and chatted. The virgin looked at the vamp and smiled.
"So, I marry Marty and live happily ever after?" Victoria asked. "And then he figures out how to go back in time?"
"Well, you're two-for-three. Happily ever after takes about two decades to figure out. But, if Martin and Marty are staying out of trouble like they're supposed to today, things should be easier."
Victoria wasn't sure what to ask, or how.
"Listen," Vicki said, "Marty's human. You're human. As a couple, we love each other forever. But there are moments in time when we both screw up. Him first, you later. And it damages life. We're here to help avoid those moments."
The virgin listened, and wasn't sure it was a great idea.
"Isn't it a bad idea to mess with time?" she said. "I mean, we're together and obviously smart and ... changing the world. Why risk changing things?"
The vamp took in the conversation. She understood the concerns. There were months of discussion on the impacts of time travel and what they could, and couldn't, do. Their mission was top secret and they counted on their younger selves to keep quiet. They'd already mentioned the rules. They could talk quietly about it, even in public, if they wanted to, but had to not say anything to anyone else.
"We had to pull a lot of strings to get this as our first mission. And even the president doesn't know the full extent of our experiment. It really is about us meeting us and only generating a few changes to see how it impacts us. This isn't about changing the world; it's about seeing how we can make changes.'
"But doesn't a small change ... can't that have a big impact?" her younger self asked.
"In theory. That's why we are the Guinea pigs. Martin understands Marty more than anyone. And I understand us."
But the virgin was still thrown back.
"What happens that damages us so much?"
The memory was now a shadow. It was the time that had passed and -- was it the fact that it hadn't happened? It seemed like a dream more than a memory now. Had Martin pulled Marty from making the first mistake? Fucking the stripper.
It seems he had. An hour ago, it was a vivid memory ... how he had to admit to it when Janet showed up at their apartment talking about pregnancy. How they kicked her out and how, three days later, her obituary was in the newspaper after she intentionally inhaled too much alcohol and barbituates.
A decade later, after repairs from those disastrous moments were nearly complete, they'd learn about the small STD that Janet gave Marty which, in turn, he gave Victoria on their wedding night.
STDs, the currency of sex.
But was it gone? Was her body strong? Vicki couldn't tell. She knew by avoiding the woods on campus today, she would avoid the man who raped her as she as Victoria Church.
She no longer had memories the cancer treatments a decade later. They had faded like the memory of Marty's admission. But the days of rape recovery -- at least the physical aspects of it -- played in high definition in her memory. They would change that tonight.
Vicki exhaled. She was confident in the plan. It would happen when she was supposed to be walking to her evening biology class that started at 6 p.m. Time travel had a positive aspect. Good people could travel back in time and stop evil. First this rape and Marty's mistakes. Maybe next, Hitler.
She didn't know how to express her happiness, but she was thrilled. Her husband was a genius and her younger self was going to be safe. She wanted to make love to her husband in celebration. She wanted to enjoy an orgasm on her own. Vicki, the vamp, was horny.
What her poor virgin version was missing.
"Victoria, let's go for a walk. I need some air," Vicki said, smiling in her thoughts. She had a plan.
The two exited the Lazarus doors and began walking south on the clear September day. It was a high of 76 today, with a cool breeze pushing from the north. Their hair whipped over their faces as they chatted and strolled.
Vicki knew what would pique her younger self's interest. Something she wouldn't openingly talk about for years, but thoughts that were often with her.
"Where are we going," the younger one asked.
"Down to Graduate Degrees," the 55-year-old said nonchalently. Graduate Degrees was a higher-minded version of an adult book store, with toys and videocassettes of pornography.
"Why would I want to go there?" Victoria said.
"Well, I can't vouch for you, but I'm horny today."
Her younger self hated being embarrassed, especially by someone she knew well.
The vamp stopped and held the hands of the virgin.
"Listen, Victoria. I'm you and you're me. I was there when you first hit a three-pointer in eighth grade. I was there with you in every moment in time. And it's OK to be honest with me, because you're just being honest with yourself. And that's important."
"OK," Victoria said, not entirely sure she trusted the situation. It was still too bizarre. But she had been more horny than normal the last few hours and hadn't been sure why.
Vicki closed her eyes, taking in the new memories. She hugged her younger self closely.
"You're horny. It's OK. You'll feel this a lot in life. Remember watching your sister make love to her husband?"
"Yes." How could she forget? It was sick and beautiful and romantic and perverted. To see her pure sister positioned by a man, even her husband, was a violation in Victoria's mind. To see her scream a few times and then smile in ecstasy wasn't logical. And then, watching a few minutes later from the cracks of the closet, to see her shake and tremble and scream as her husband pounded into her like a jackhammer on fresh pavement, was exciting and terrible and ...
Sinful.
But her sister was loving it. Was asking for it. "Harder! Hard! Fuck me harder!" she screamed. Victoria's memory was burned with that image. Wanting sex that much must be a sin.
And they walked up to the store where sin was in. Graduate Degrees: An Adult Book Store for the Higher Mind.
"I don't think..." she said.
"Of course you can," her older self explained. "It's natural. This is just the basics. This is fucking, which is fine once in awhile. But what you and Marty have, we have making love. It's all good, but making love is more real than what you'll see in here. But you shouldn't fear it."
The women walked in. The younger one looked around in wonderment and embarrassment. The older looked around in curiosity and appreciation. Aisles of videotapes and toys, with walls plastered with pictures of the newest stars of pornography. Peter North was featured as an "Up and Cummer." "Cumming Soon, 'Porn of the Fourth of July'" another poster noted. Back when adult movies had a semblance of plot, which nonetheless was usually ripped off from an actual mainstream film.
Vicki snickered. "Porn of the Fourth of July" was just too funny a title, even if the actual Oliver Stone movie was a sobfest of war and the hell it brings. She thought about the Peter North of her era, known for his latest string of movies, "Senior Citizens Vs. College Seniors." He was 65 and still thrilling audiences -- and surprising young women -- with his pop shots.
Victoria couldn't imagine why people would want to use such things on a body. There was something called a "pocket pussy" for men and all sorts of toys for women. Penis-shaped rubber and plastic devices that somehow were supposed to provide pleasure. Some had two tips, which frankly horrified her with the plausible implications.
She looked, shyly, as three men watched the younger and older women. They could be aunt and niece; mother and daughter; or a May-December lesbian relationship. All of which were pretty hot and kinky in their minds.
Vicki, the vamp, smiled at the attention. She loved showing herself off, even if most younger men paid less attention to her nowadays. She was horny and hadn't packed her favorite toy -- a vibrator perfected in 2020. The Lover 2K20 swelled in motion with a woman's body and included a true-skin feel and a blast of environmentally safe, vagina safe imitation cum that injected as the toy sensed its user was achieving an orgasm.
For today, she'd have to accept a battery operated boyfriend for herself and her younger self. Sure, she could wait for her husband, but he never minded when she enjoyed her body. He loved her stories of masturbating in near public or complete privacy.
Vicki grabbed a small, thin vibrator with a clit stimulator. It was purple and looked like it would do the trick. She read the back and grabbed a batteries to go with it. She also grabbed a video tape copy of "Hot In The City" with Christy Canyon and Peter North. So much different than watching adult entertainment in 2023, but she'd gone back in time, so she was dealing with ancient history.
"I'm ready. Are you?" Victoria asked her younger self. She'd been in the store for seven minutes and was a mix of terrified and horny. She wasn't sure what was going on.
