Human Touch 1

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note: This story is a standalone entry into the HALLOWEEN 2024 contest so, if you like it, please leave a nice rating. Below is my attempt at an erotic Black Mirror-style story. I hope you like it.

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"Aww, please, babe?" Brooke pleaded with the woman sitting on the couch next to her. "You won't even have to wear a costume, not really, I mean."

"You know I don't like going out and I've never even been to a costume party," Yasmin replied.

Brooke pointedly pulled her low-cut blouse down and squeezed her breasts between her arms before leaning toward the other woman. She looked up with her best puppy dog eyes and batted her lashes excessively.

"But I would be soooo appreciative," she said in a sultry voice then bit her bottom lip.

The woman sitting next to her fidgeted. She looked between Brooke's blue eyes and golden hair pulled back in a large clip like it was an afterthought but still looking damn sexy. Her eyes drifted down to the full lips that she had not kissed in way too long and, finally, to the cleavage put on display just for her. Brooke knew just how to convince her of almost anything.

"Fuck me," Yasmin exclaimed and deflated.

"Yes!" the blonde yelled, triumph and joy showing on her face as her arms flew out wide.

She threw herself forward to hug the darker woman beside her only to fall right through and plant her face on the couch.

Looking around her where Brooke lay through the middle of her body, Yasmin began to shake trying to stifle the chuckles bubbling up in her chest. The battle only lasted a few seconds before she laughed out loud.

"Oh, my god, that was priceless," she commented through her mirth. As Brooke started to slowly sit back up, she added, "That was almost as good as that time you tried to pet Alan's dog!"

Unable to look Yasmin in the eye, the blonde decided not to try to defend herself.

"Yep, I deserve that," Brooke said, "laugh it up. Get it out of your system." Despite her bravado, an elbow rested on the back of the couch as a hand covered her eyes. "I'm still getting used to the realism of the new oculars," she tried to explain.

"Oh, I'm sure," Yasmin agreed mockingly as her giggles died down. "It's only been, what, a year?"

"I try to hug you and you mock me!" Brooke accused and stuck out her bottom lip dramatically.

Yasmin's face softened.

"You're right, sweetie, I'm sorry," she offered and then got a contemplative look. "Why don't you go get the toy and I'll make it up to you."

Brooke went still for a moment and smiled.

"THE toy?" she asked, her eyes betraying her anticipation.

Yasmin nodded slowly and returned her smile. The blonde paused only a moment before rushing to the bedroom. Similarly, her partner rose from the couch and walked away disappearing after a few steps.

Both women returned after a minute with identical cone-shaped devices each about nine inches tall. They placed them on the floor a few feet apart and then put an attachment on the tip, a small dildo with an additional protrusion sweeping up from the base. They each pressed a button on the back and waited.

"Mine's synced," Brooke announced.

"Mine too," Yasmin confirmed a moment later.

The two women looked up at each other with lust in their eyes.

"Would you strip for me?" the blonde requested.

Yasmin didn't say a word, she just straightened her posture and began to run her hands up her tall, lithe body. The taller woman's fingers traced the curves just hidden beneath the surface. A business jacket and skirt could only hide so much of her figure and, besides, Brooke thought she looked amazing in them. Not as amazing, however, as she looked out of them.

As her fingers reached the side of her face, Yasmin gave her girlfriend a sultry smile. A few deft motions of one hand at her temple and music began to play softly. Her hands swept back through her long, dark, silky hair as her eyes closed briefly and her body began to sway in time to the beat.

Brooke's heartbeat quickened as she watched, entranced by the exotic beauty before her. Yasmin had dark features and olive skin that made her look, to Brooke's eyes, every bit the princess from some Arabian story or Baliwood romance. The first buttons were being released on her suit jacket as Yasmin opened her piercing brown eyes and locked them onto Brooke's.

The brunette stepped forward like a runway model while removing her coat and flinging it away to simply vanish as it left the viewing area. She got within inches of her partner. Reaching behind her, Yasmin unzipped her sleeveless blouse and then pulled it over her head. The woman's breasts were full and constrained by a modest black lace bra with pink trim. She smiled again as Brooke watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing then licked her hungry lips.

"Sit," Yasmin suggested tilting her head toward the furniture.

Brooke went straight to the floor causing the brunette to have to cover her snicker with a hand.

"On the couch, silly," she clarified with a smirk.

"Huhu, right," the blonde laughed nervously and jumped into a spot on the sofa.

Yasmin spun to face away from the blonde woman and arched her back. She slowly lowered the zipper on her skirt while looking over her shoulder at her lover's enraptured expression.

She loved the effect she had on Brooke. Despite her good looks, Yasmin had always struggled with her self-image. Every bit of her concept of how she looked to the world was now filtered through how Brooke saw her and what Brooke saw was beautiful. It always made the brunette feel desired and special that such an amazing woman would want her, even love her.

Yasmin bent forward at the waist making sure to keep her legs together and straight. Rather than let the skirt fall, she slowly lowered it to her feet, stepped out with one foot, and flung it back at Brooke with the other. She snickered again as the blonde tried to catch the garment only for it to go right through her.

Brooke closed her eyes briefly and sighed in embarrassment but that emotion was quickly swept away by the sight before her. Her partner's gorgeous legs were encased in black thigh-high nylons and matching high heels leading up to her amazing rear hidden only by more black lace with pink trim. As she watched, Yasmin put her thumbs under the edge of her panties in the back and pulled the material into her crack showing off much more of her perfectly rounded buns.

The blonde almost reached up to touch before remembering that this was just a projection from the high-tech contacts she wore. Still, knowing that Yasmin was in an identical space and performing just for her was a major turn-on.

"Ohhh, Yas, this is torture!" she whined. "I want to touch you so bad."

The darker woman peeked over her shoulder and said, "Is it too much or do you want me to continue?"

Brooke nodded vigorously.

"P..please don't stop."

Yasmin smiled and reached back to unclasp her bra. Holding the front in place, she shimmied her shoulders to get the straps to fall. Again, she smiled back at her lover and paused to let the anticipation grow.

Turning around, she struck a pose she had seen in so many lingerie ads with one knee up and across her other leg with her toe pointed. Brooke's open mouth told her it had the desired effect. Yasmin slowly lessened the pressure against her breasts and let the bra fall into her hands where she tossed it aside. She leaned forward putting her breasts almost into the blonde's face as she pulled her panties down.

Brooke licked her lips and swallowed looking at the perfect bronze mounds swaying inches away. Every cell of her being ached to kiss those breasts, those lips, those legs. The fact that Yasmin was so close but untouchable was driving her nuts.

Yasmin stood back up and did a slow pirouette, her hands rising into the air and her body weaving like a belly dancer. As she completed her turn and was facing Brooke again, she bent forward so that her face dominated the blonde's vision.

"Now, Matcha," Yasmin whispered using her pet name for her partner, "you better rip off those clothes and get on that toy."

Her eyes went soft and Brooke felt like she was a fly being lured into the spider's web. Yasmin only used that name for her when they were alone. It was an inside joke that had become the way that the brunette signaled that she was going to eat her up or, like in this case, wanted to be a little aggressive.

"Because I am going to make a mess of you, little girl," Yasmin finished.

Brooke got a gleam in her eye.

"Not if I make a mess of you first," she challenged.

In seconds, the blonde had stripped and knelt over the matt black device, her sex hovering above the protruding appendage. Yasmin followed suit and the two women watched each other hungrily as both slowly lowered themselves onto the waiting protrusion. The extra cupped area hugged the rest of their pussies while a small soft cone nestled against the top of their slits.

As soon as the pair settled their weight onto the machine, it started vibrating gently. Brooke made a quiet "Mmmm" sound at the same time that Yasmin sighed loudly. The two women locked eyes.

"Ready," the brunette started.

"Set," the blonde followed.

Yasmin rocked her pelvis forward tilting the flexible cup. Inside Brooke, the small protrusion suddenly grew and speared up into her. The blonde's eyes went wide and she took in a sharp breath.

"Go!" Yasmin announced.

The initial shock of being impaled without warning made Brooke lift up out of instinct to escape the invader, but after that first moment, she regained her composure and slammed down hard.

"Cheater!" she accused through a devious smile.

Even though she was burying the rod deeper, Brooke was also activating the clit sucker on her assailant's device. The soft plastic cone already poised at Yasmin's clit pulled at the air and her button, capturing it and beginning its assault. The brunette's planned motion was suddenly halted. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened followed by a pleasured groan.

Brooke wasted no time and pushed on the flap covering her sex matching Yasmin's previous motion. The darker woman's back arched as the dildo pushed up into her even as the vibrations on her clit intensified.

Yasmin grabbed ahold of her own breasts and squeezed while pinching her nipples. Then she let herself drop onto the device causing the small cone at Brooke's clit to suck the nub in.

"Ahhhh," the blonde exhaled with the sensation.

After that, the two set up a back-and-forth rhythm even as each tried to surprise the other with the ferocity or speed of their movements. Both women pushed, pulled, and ground on the digital link between them while watching the other respond to each motion.

After ten minutes, they were both covered in sweat but Brooke's body was starting to slow.

"I'm...gonna win," Yasmin taunted and emphasized her point by pushing down and forward at the same time.

"Nnnnggghh," Brooke moaned and fell forward onto her hands, her eyes rolling back momentarily. "Wanna...uh...bet?"

"You're going to cum...any second," the brunette pointed out even as she could feel her own pleasure building to a crescendo.

"Winner...gets to...pick the costumes," Brooke managed around heavy breaths.

"Fine," Yasmin accepted and pushed the dildo into her girlfriend again.

"Ahhh," came from the blonde but she pushed back up to sit completely on the device.

Brooke smiled wickedly at the woman glistening across from her.

"I bet you...mmmm...never read the manual, did you?" she accused.

"What manual?"

The blonde made what seemed like a series of random movements and then started to move her hips in a circle. The clit vibrator started to suck Yasmin's already engorged nub in and out of the small cone while buffeting it with air. At the same time, the dildo curved forward and pressed against her G-spot.

"Oh, fuck!" Yasmin cried as the surprise registered on her face. "It curves?!"

Brooke shifted again and the smooth rubbery tip of the dildo raked around and then over the brunette's spot. It was Yasmin's turn to roll her eyes back as an almost pained wail morphed into one of pure bliss. One hand awkwardly braced herself on the sofa while the other flailed searching for purchase but finding nothing there. Ultimately, the hand came back to her chest and grabbed her breast again.

Even with this shift in momentum, Brooke could still feel her partner's every movement and it sent shudders through her that threatened to spill over into a full-blown climax. Watching the exotic beauty near her own orgasm just heightened her arousal but she already had a vision of what she wanted them to wear and was determined to win.

"It's okay...oh...to lose," Brooke prodded.

"Screw y...," Yasmin began but was cut off when her body began to quake.

Her head tilted back and she let out a long wail as her body could no longer hold back the release. The torrent of pleasure swept up her body and curled her toes.

The woman bucked sending the dildo spearing into the blonde at just the right moment to trigger her own orgasm. In a moment, the room was filled with the passionate moans, grunts, and breathing of two women climaxing together.

After a minute, both women settled down and sat very still knowing any movement would set the devices into motion again. Carefully, the blonde reached back and hit a button on the back of the device still nestled between her legs. After a soft beep, both women lifted themselves up and pulled the strangely-topped cones out from under themselves.

They looked at each other and smiled. Brooke giggled making Yasmin respond in kind. The brunette turned and rested her upper body on the couch before lifting to sit or, rather, flop into its cushions. Brooke sat in the center, close to her love even though they couldn't touch. She cocked her head to the side and pouted.

"I need a cuddle," she complained.

"Oh, Matcha, I'm sorry," Yasmin replied sticking out her own bottom lip and looking apologetic but then seemed to get an idea. "Get a pillow and put your head in my lap."

Brooke looked skeptical but followed her suggestion. She grabbed one of the large pillows and put it where Yasmin's legs were. Then she lay back with her head coming to rest on the dense pillow and her gaze looking up at the lovely face of her most trusted companion. The blonde started to close her eyes but Yasmin spoke up.

"Don't close your eyes," she said softly as a finger approached Brooke's face.

The blonde followed the hand with her eyes as it came to her brow and swept slowly across it. Even though Yasmin wasn't physically in the room, she felt the touch almost as if it were real. Brooke sighed and continued to follow the gentle strokes as each one traced a line over her forehead.

"H..how are you doing that?" she asked.

"I'm not, you are," came the answer. "What you are feeling is just your brain expecting to feel my touch because of what your eyes are telling it. And you want it," she continued as she smiled down and stroked Brooke's eyebrows again.

"So much," the blonde agreed in a whisper.

Brooke relaxed into her lover's caress and, after only a few minutes, was having trouble keeping her eyes open. A few moments later they were closed.

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In the month that followed before the costume party, it became clear to Yasmin that Brooke was growing more and more depressed at not having her there physically. She thought she might be able to help with that but it would require some luck and a sacrifice on her part. The morning of the party, Yasmin broached the subject not sure how Brooke would take it.

"Hey, babe," the exotic woman began, her voice coming to the blonde through her auditories, "can I talk to you for a minute?"

Brooke looked around at a train full of people and sighed.

"I'm in the subway," she stated over text. "I'm going to look like a crazy person."

"Well, I'll just talk and you can text back, okay?"

"Fine. What's on your mind?" came the text-only reply.

"I know how much you've been missing me and intimate human contact," Yasmin stated plainly, "and I have an idea to help with that."

That got Brooke's attention and she sat up a bit straighter in her seat.

"Ok," was all she sent back.

"I want to," the brunette started then paused before steeling herself. "I want to give you a free pass."

Brooke gasped loudly enough to get the attention of a couple of the other passengers nearby who briefly looked at her before going back to their own thoughts. It took a moment for her to collect herself enough to type a response into her device.

"Why? Is it because you want a free pass?"

"Of course not!" Yasmin retorted. "Don't be silly. I'm serious."

"I don't want a free pass, Yas. I want you." Brooke texted back.

"I know and I have a plan that will be as close as we can manage," Yasmin replied.

Then, suddenly, she appeared standing in front of the blonde. No one but Brooke could see her but it was still a bit jarring. She knelt on the floor and looked up at her partner pleadingly.

"But you have to trust me," she finished.

Brooke looked into those imploring brown eyes. How could she possibly deny anything her love wanted? Smiling gently, the blonde nodded.

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Just a few hours later, the two were standing outside of an above-average-sized suburban home on the outskirts of one of the more affluent areas of the city. Brooke wore a very convincing Harley Quinn costume complete with super short red and blue bedazzled shorts, fishnet hose, and a ripped T-shirt. She had even put her real hair into two side ponytails colored with temporary red and blue dye. The only change to the original look was that her shirt read, "Mommy's Lil' Monster."

Sticking with the theme, Yasmin was Poison Ivy. Unlike Brooke who had to use real materials, the brunette was a perfect live-action version of one of the older cartoon instantiations with green skin, bright red hair, and a black leather jacket over a white tank top. Her bottom half was essentially uncovered except for a single green leaf over her most private part. Vines curled around limbs and even slowly moved in a way that would make people stare unsure if they were seeing movement or not.

Brooke pulled up her device and made a few taps.

"Here is the party net token," the blonde said with a final flick of a finger in Yasmin's direction.

The brunette looked down at an invisible device of her own and, with a couple of touches, suddenly brightened as two versions superimposed themselves for a moment before one faded out. With a smirk and a wink to her blonde partner, Yasmin nodded.

"Ready," she announced.

Brooke reached up to knock on the door just as it swung open. A man in a six-foot pickle suit stood there. A floating bubble over his head read, "Sigan Kolsrud, Regional Director of Marketing, Brensen Corp." The two women just stared for a moment before he spoke up.

"Brooke!" he exclaimed finally recognizing her since she hadn't turned on her identification permit for the party. "I'm glad you could make it in person!"

"Hey, Sig," she answered and moved in for a polite elbow bump. "A pickle?" she asked as she stepped back.

"Oh, yeah," he said then made a gesture. A virtual sign popped up in front of him that read, "In a Pickle."

He smiled expectantly and the two women laughed trying to express genuine amusement without going overboard.

"And who's your date?" the man asked mercifully changing the subject.

"This is my girlfriend, Yasmin," Brooke replied. "She couldn't be here in person. I assume that's okay since you sent a net token."

Sig laughed.

"Most of the people here are virtual," he said with a shrug. "Saves me on food, that's for sure! I love the costumes. Watch out, though, I think we have all the Avengers around here somewhere."