Sorry this story isn't about a Mercedes-driving, blond, blue-eyed, straight-A, captain of the cheerleading squad and her sorority McMansion pool parties. That being said, it's still a fantasy, but with a life of its own. It's about hurt & healing and imperfect solutions for an imperfect world. No one gets out alive, but maybe that life is 'saved' somewhere along the way. Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas and happy New Year.
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Olivia woke up on her back, she blinked blearily at the heavily ornamented ceiling, tracing the myriad intricate patterns with her eyes until she was dizzy. She turned her head heavily to the side and found herself staring directly into Maithri's sleeping face; the girl looked angelically peaceful. Her slow regular breathing, preternaturally round and symmetrical features, conspired to lull Olivia back to the brink of unconsciousness.
A bright shaft of light began to creep across her face, burning like the heat of a poorly insulated soldering iron. She forced herself to sit up, leaning awkwardly against a pillow, her mind fixated on the strangeness of having someone sharing her bed. As though sensing these thoughts her friend's eyes fluttered open. Maithri smiled then did her best to pull her own body upright so that they were at the same level. "I have not slept so well in a very long time." She said in a raspy murmur.
Olivia had also slept unusually well, she felt brimming with energy, it bubbled and roiled just out of reach, it begged her to bounce out of bed, but this blissful unknown feeling of waking up next to a beautiful girl held her captive for the moment. Maithri turned her head and lifted the covers so that she could look underneath, her smile widened. "They are still there." She said, her voice giddy and rhapsodic. "I thought I had dreamed it." She added, solemnly.
"Nope." Olivia replied, laughing, even as her face flushed upon noticing that Maithri had taken off the bra and was only wearing the panties. The girl turned her head back towards Olivia, a curious if not suspiciously arduous look on her face. Then her expression changed unexpectedly, first appearing bemused then so cutely concerned that Olivia thought her heart would melt.
"Olivia, what is
that
?" Maithri pointed with her right hand which was above the blankets. Olivia lazily turned her head so that she could look towards her lap where her friend was pointing. She grunted in befuddled shock, then snorted hysterically, finally becoming embarrassed to the point of nearly fainting. Heart pounding she desperately tried to smooth down the blankets around her thighs, but each time she pulled them taught they merely slipped back up and out of her hands.
The third time the peak crested defiantly above her crotch she gave up. She stared, there was no ignoring it or explaining it away, the blankets jutted sharply upward at least twenty centimeters. She didn't need to look under the covers to solve this mystery, especially since she could feel it now, swelling shamelessly inside her, the friction from the moving blankets having further stoked the fires between her legs. Sighing in resignation she turned back to her friend, trying hard not to grimace.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone." She hissed. "If you swear to me on your life, I will show you my biggest secret." Maithri's face stiffened, her eyes widening. The unfamiliar atmosphere of comfortable intimacy had changed into something far more interesting.
"I swear on my life to never betray you or reveal any of your secrets. My Avalokitesvara." Maithri hissed back, her black eyes burning with a frightening level of furor. Despite her initial reluctance Olivia felt oddly compelled to throw back the blankets. To be entirely honest she felt a certain ineffable pride or perhaps gleeful exhibitionism in the act. Her gleaming, towering prosthetic twanged briefly as it escaped its fabric prison. Maithri gasped, both her hands clapping over her mouth.
Olivia grinned crazily as she stared down her own formidable member. It stood stock still, unapologetically stabbing straight up from between her trembling thighs. She was so aroused her mind started to go blank. Only Maithri's anxious voice brought her back to the present. "I do not understand, how can this be? In the bath last night I saw..." She trailed off, her voice an agonizing mixture of disbelief and what sounded like despair.
Olivia chuckled stupidly as it dawned on her that the prosthetic was working as intended and her friend had no idea that it was just an extremely sophisticated piece of hardware that could be detached. "I'm sorry." She exclaimed quickly, her laughing sounding more relieved. "It looks real, but it's not. I mean, it is real, but it's not part of my body. It's a
prosthetic
." She emphasized the last word, hoping it would set Maithri's mind at ease.
The girl scowled. "You are wearing a fake penis?" She stated this calmly, as though trying to convince herself. Olivia nodded slowly. They both just sat there for awhile, Maithri staring at Olivia's comical erection, Olivia staring dumbly at her friend's unnaturally large breasts. "Can I... Can I please touch it?" Maithri asked suddenly, her eyes darting nervously to Olivia's face. "To see for myself." She added hurriedly. Olivia found this funny and started laughing again.
"Help yourself." She said after catching her breath. Gesturing with both hands, she motioned towards the synthetic sex organ, a sheepish grin on her face. Maithri approached cautiously, twisting sideways and curling her body up closely to Olivia so that she wouldn't tip over. Her right hand moved towards it, hesitating at the last second. "Don't be afraid." Olivia encouraged, "It's not going to bite." She snickered, eliciting another scowl from her friend.
Maithri either irritated or emboldened snatched it deftly, wrapping her small bandaged fingers around the middle of the shaft. She squeezed it experimentally then gave it a firm tug upward, lastly she bent it in several different directions; pushing it down against Olivia's thighs, belly and lastly, bending it sharply backwards until it touched the bed. During the entire process Olivia passively observed, finding herself morbidly curious about how much abuse the thing could take.
This burning curiosity however was slightly derailed by the array of sensations she was feeling on the other end, ranging from mild discomfort to sudden deep penetration. As Maithri pushed the base roughly against her crotch, she let out a lurid moan that surprised them both. "Sorry." She murmured, feeling a flush of embarrassment to go along with her tingling cunt. "I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but part of it goes inside..." She blushed.
Maithri loosened her grip slightly but didn't let go, she actually started sliding her hand up and down the shaft. "The texture is amazing." She mumbled shyly. "I've never touched a real one, but I imagine it would feel very much like this." Olivia tried to relax, but the way Maithri was playing with the prosthetic was really turning her on, and her eyes kept straying to the girl's gently swaying tits.
"You know part of my extensive education included how to properly please a husband." She said this in a casual conversational tone that was slightly at odds with the way her hand moved smoothly around the rigid phallus. "It was mostly pictures in old books, I was very young so regrettably I did not pay very close attention." Maithri's voice was soothing and despite her growing excitement Olivia felt her body trying to drag her back down into drowsiness.
"I only really remember the sucking, because I thought it was so humorous, but now that I am touching this facsimile I have the strangest desire to put it into my mouth." She laughed musically. "That is absurd isn't it?" Olivia swallowed, she was wide awake now, but her dulled mind wasn't doing her any favors.
