Candice
Chapter One
This is the continuation of the short story "Tiffany" previously posted to SOL, ASSM, and my website. It's not necessary to read that story before continuing beyond this point, but you may find it helpful and entertaining. Certain elements in this story are intentionally subversive, but I've hopefully been subtle enough that it will work through your subconscious to undermine the Impenetrable Motor Oil of Reason.
Story Codes: m/f, SciFi, Romance, Robots, Oral, Anal, Masturbation, Petting, Pregnant, Fatherly Advice
Synopsis: Fifteen-year-old Josh seems to have everything a teenage boy could want: loving parents, a bright future, and best of all, a beautiful social appliance named Tiffany who loves him...So why would he ever want to go on a date with a real girl?
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Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross
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"Quick!" I whispered, pushing down between Tiffany's slender shoulders. "Bend over."
"Josh!" she exclaimed just as softly and every bit as urgently. "We're going to get caught!"
"No we won't!" I grinned at her, ignoring the feigned annoyance that spoiled her otherwise perfect smile.
"You're so romantic," she sighed, trying her best to make me feel guilty. "Just hurry up. Everyone's waiting for dessert."
"I know. Spread your legs…Hold on…" I pulled up her frilly black skirt just enough to expose Tiffany's sweet, round ass.
"Don't! Oh!" She narrowed her ice blue eyes, staring at me over her shoulder as I tugged her thong down. "You could have left it…Ugh! Ow!…Slow!"
"Ummm…" I sighed as I felt my erection sinking into the depths of her snug, moist pussy.
"Yeah," she breathed, biting her bottom lip as I pulled back and pushed again, getting all of my cock inside her that time.
"Like that?" I asked, panting the words as I leaned over her back and trapped Tiffany against the kitchen counter.
"I like it. Grab my tits, Josh…Fuck me! Harder!"
"You're such a faker!" I laughed, feeling giddy with the raw joy of sex.
She made me feel drunk with love as much as lust, but when I had my cock inside her, aching with the need to cum, I honestly couldn't tell the difference. Tiffany couldn't either, I'd have bet money on that. She liked to play the responsible role, resisting our mutual desires and finding reasons to tell me no. As if she could. I owned her. She belonged to me as surely as the sky was blue and grass grew green. We'd been having sex for two years, ever since I'd gotten her from my parents for my thirteenth birthday, and not once had Tiffany ever refused me. It simply wasn't in her nature.
"Uh-huh! Uh! Huh!" she agreed, gasping softly as she pushed herself against my cock. "Harder! Harder! Harder!"
She breathed the word like a mantra, over and over while I held her heavy tits in my hands. The silk blouse hid nothing as my fingers swept across her swollen nipples. They were always long and fat, perfect for nursing newborn babies and teenage boys. Tiffany's breasts were so amazing to me, so perfect; I couldn't believe she wasn't full of milk. I'd have made her pregnant if I could. I dreamt of it sometimes, seeing her belly all big and round, her nipples dripping thin milk onto her pale skin. I had that image in my head while I fucked her and I slid my left hand down to find her tummy soft and flat and utterly empty.
"Ah!" Tiffany gave a sharp yelp as I found her clit, bringing her off quickly, just as I knew it would.
The sensation of her pussy contracting around my cock was too much and I came a heartbeat later, driving myself as deep inside her as possible. I hugged her tightly with one arm around her tits and the other around her tummy. I breathed in the perfumed scent of her blonde hair, kissing her while my orgasm joined with hers in a secret pool of passion. I liked to imagine my sperm seeping into her womb and finding some part of Tiffany that her makers had overlooked. But her ovaries were empty and in my worst moods it seemed to me that fucking a robot was nearly as futile as loving one.
"Hmmmm…" She smiled weakly, pink faced and damp. "Thank you."
"Yeah." I agreed with a grin of my own, letting her go and pulling my cock out of her carefully.
I wanted to leave as much of my semen inside her as I could and I pulled up her thong, making sure what little crotch there was covered her small, pink hole. She wore a maid's uniform; black skirt and white blouse, a thin apron and all that. It wasn't supposed to be totally sexy, but with Tiffany wearing it…Yeah. The girl looked completely hot which explained why I'd wanted her so badly just then. But I didn't really need an excuse either; I always seemed to want her.
She fixed her stockings and skirt while I fixed my trousers, feeling my penis hot and sticky as I tucked it away. She straightened my tie and fussed with my collar while I pulled her platinum hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ears. I loved her long, fine hair and refused to let her pin it up or even put it in a ponytail. Mom had wanted Tiffany to wear some sort of lace cap thing, but I'd talked her out of that idea.
"Do I look okay?" Tiffany asked and then made a face. "Oh! It's coming out!"
"You look great," I told her, but her short black skirt wouldn't hide her wet thighs if she sat down. "We'd better get out there."
"Thanks a lot," she sighed, picking up the silver tray already loaded with china cups and saucers, cream and sugar, and an ornate pot of coffee.
"You're welcome," I replied with a smile, picking up another tray with thin slices of fancy cake and assorted sweets.
"Your mom's going to kill me," Tiffany decided, but we both knew I'd be the one in trouble.
It had been worth it though, fucking Tiffany in the kitchen while Mom entertained the neighbors just outside. She liked to have these small dinners every now and again when my dad was away on business. It kept her busy and while I wouldn't have called Mom a socialite, she did have to meet certain expectations. I never really thought about how much money we had, but Dad was a millionaire on paper at least and so we lived in an exclusive neighborhood with exclusive neighbors.
"Where have you been?" Mom chided us gently in front of her guests and they all smiled politely.
Especially Candice Hampstead.
"Sorry, Mom." I set the tray down and Tiffany did the same with hers.
"Poor Candice has been sitting here all alone." Mom smiled at the girl and while nobody had come out and said anything, she was the reason for this little soiree.
"I'm alright," Candice said with a smile. "It's beautiful here. I've always loved your garden."
"Thank you," Mom said agreeably. "Josh, sit down. Tiffany can take care of that."
"He's such a good boy," Mrs. Hampstead said. "And handsome too. You're growing up so quickly, Josh."
"Oh, um…Thanks," I replied, sitting down next to Candice. I gave her a smile, but more for my mom's benefit than hers.
"Here you are…Excuse me…" Tiffany served coffee while Mom and her friends largely ignored her. I had to ignore her too.
"Don't let him grow up too fast," Mrs. Norris said. "When my Patrick left for West Point…"
Like Mrs. Hampstead, she wasn't much older than my mom, and her son a couple years older than me. I suppose that's why they'd all become friends. Most of our neighbors were older and retired, but a few of them were still in their thirties. Candice had grown up an only child like everyone else, and that's the other thing about living in an exclusive, upper-class neighborhood - there just weren't a lot of kids around. In fact, we were probably the only teenagers for five miles who hadn't gotten sent off to a finishing school in France or a military school in Virginia.
Of course, that meant we were supposed to be friends and hang out together, and maybe even go out on a date or something.
I stole a glance at Candice while they kept talking about Patrick and she looked nice. I always remembered my first impression of her as a skinny little girl with braces and pigtails, but she hadn't looked like that in a long time. She crossed her legs and her skirt fell up her thigh and I stared at her creamy skin until she smoothed it over her knee. I swallowed hard and realized Tiffany held a cup for me, even though I didn't like coffee very much.
"Here you are," she said softly. "Be careful. It's hot."
"Yeah." I smiled at her and caught Candice looking at us.
"So, have you given any thought to college yet?" Mrs. Norris asked me.
"Josh is too young to worry about that," Mom said before I could answer. "He still has a few years of high school left.
"Oh, it's never too early to plan ahead," Mrs. Hampstead offered. "Candice wants to go to Radcliff. Isn't that right dear?"
"Mom wants me to go to Radcliff," she said to the rest of us, earning a small frown from her mother. "I'm thinking about Sarah Lawrence, actually."
"Well…" Mrs. Hampstead cleared her throat. "We're still talking about it."
"Josh could go to Harvard," Mrs. Norris suggested. "My husband's a Harvard man. It's a marvelous school."
"Uh, maybe," I said with a shrug, glancing at Candice. She had nice tits, I decided, almost as nice as Tiffany's the way they stuck out above her flat tummy. That could have been her bra though and I wondered what she'd look like naked.
"And so close to Radcliff too." Mrs. Hampstead looked at her daughter. "Wouldn't that be nice? You wouldn't have to be all alone!"
"I'll probably go to Sarah Lawrence," Candice said, giving me an apologetic smile.
I looked down quickly.
"Hmmmm…" My mom nodded thoughtfully as she watched us and I could almost see the wheels spinning.
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"Josh? Be a good boy and walk Candice home, will you?" Mrs. Hampstead asked me half an hour later. "If that's okay with you, Trish?"
"Of course," my mom agreed. "Josh would be happy to see her home. Wouldn't you?"
"Uh, sure," I said, having no choice in the matter.
"Can you help me with my sweater?" Candice asked me. "It's getting kind of chilly."
"Yeah." I held it for her, letting the girl get her arms inside and giving Tiffany a quick glance.
"Why do you keep looking at her so much?"
"Who?" I felt my face growing warm as we walked through the gardens and around the house.
"Your pet girl," Candice said, pausing to sniff a flower.
"She's not a pet," I replied, trying not to stare at her butt, except the way she bent over pulled the back of her dress tight and she had a nice one, even with her sort of narrow hips. A seriously round butt, just big enough for my hands, I thought, and...
"Right," she said with a laugh, looking over her shoulder suddenly. "She's the perfect getaway."
"What?" I looked up to catch her eyes staring into mine.
"Like in the commercials?" she said. "The perfect getaway after a hard day at the office."
"Oh." I shrugged. "I don't work in an office."
"I hate those stupid commercials."
"Me too."
"Really?" Candice smiled at me as we started walking again.
"Yeah," I said. "They make it sound like…I dunno…"
"Sound like what?"
"Car commercials," I decided. "Like they're selling machines."
"They are machines though."
"Kinda."
"You're kinda hopeless," Candice said with a giggle. "You had sex with her tonight, didn't you? When you guys took forever to get the coffee?"
"We didn't take forever," I protested.
"But you did do it."
"How do you know?"
"She smelled like sex." Candice grinned. "It was strong too."
"Oh."
I kicked at a twig that had fallen on the sidewalk. Autumn had come and there were a lot of leaves and twigs and stuff. I liked it though. It's my favorite part of the year.
"How do you know what sex smells like?" I wondered, but she ignored me. Or maybe I didn't say it that loud, since talking to a real girl felt sort of weird. It seemed a lot easier talking to Tiffany.
"How come you don't like me?"
"Huh?" I looked up and saw Candice staring at me.
We'd stopped walking and stood beneath one of the old fashioned lamps that lit the street. She'd grown up a lot over the last year or so, turning sixteen just a month before and already filling out. She wasn't perfect like Tiffany, but real girls never are and some people thought that's what made real girls even better than the synthetic ones. It's like what my dad said once, "Imperfections are the proof of life." But I wasn't sure I understood what that meant.
Candice wasn't perfect, I knew that. She had a pretty face, with high cheeks and one of those cute, upturned noses, but her eyes were just brown. A nice brown, I suppose, but they couldn't compare to Tiffany's ice blue eyes. Candice had blonde hair as well, but it wasn't special, just sort of a dirty blonde like a lot of girls have. She had nice tits and a thin waist, but narrow hips too. She looked like a tomboy sorta, like she had a less than feminine vibe, you know? I mean, she was definitely a girl and a pretty one, but…Compared to Tiffany? I kinda liked perfection.
"How come you never liked me?" she repeated, crossing her arms over her breasts. "Ever since you moved in, you always ignored me."
"I like you," I said with a shrug. "I just…you know…I hardly ever see you."
"Only when your mom invites me over," Candice sighed and we both knew that was the truth. I never went out of my way to look for her or anything. Why would I?
"Sorry." I didn't know what else to say and I sorta leaned towards her house and hoped she'd start walking again. We weren't that far away. The sooner I got her home, the sooner I could get back to Tiffany.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Uhhh…"
"I mean, besides your convertible."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes.
"You know," Candice said with a grin. "You pull her top down and go for a spin?"
"That's a stupid joke," I told her.
"Sensitive!"
"Come on," I said, jerking my head. "We're almost there."
"So you don't have a girlfriend," she said as we started walking. "Okay. Soooo…Have you even kissed a real girl before?"
"What do you care?"
"I'm just curious. You're the only boy I know with his own robot."
"She's not a robot."
"Synthetic artificial whatever!" Candice laughed. "Who cares? Are you ever gonna kiss a girl?"
"Why?" I stared at her. "Do you want me to kiss you?"
"What?" She blinked quickly. "Of course not!"
"Good!"
"Really good!"
We walked the last fifty yards in silence.
"I think I can make it from here," Candice decided, looking at her house as we'd reached the wrought iron gates. Everybody had huge lawns and big walls and all that stuff. It looked nice, I guess, but it sucks growing up in a place like that.
"Okay," I agreed, already turning around.
"Thank you for walking me home, Josh."
"You're welcome," I said over my shoulder.
"Bye."
"Ciao." I gave her a wave without looking.
Stupid Candice. What did she care who I kissed? It wasn't any of her business and I bet she'd never kissed a boy either. She wasn't that pretty, not like she could stop traffic or anything. Tiffany could though and she'd never said a bad word about anyone in her life. Not once! And Candice wondered why I didn't have a real girlfriend?
"All you gotta do is listen to yourself in the mirror!" I half-yelled, but I didn't think she'd heard me and it didn't make a lot of sense anyway. Except it kinda did.
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"Where's Mom?" I asked, finding Tiffany standing topless in my bedroom.
"Hi Josh!" She smiled brightly over her shoulder, as if she hadn't seen me in a year, and that was pretty normal for her. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too," I said with a smile, watching as she unrolled her left stocking.
"Trish is still outside with her guests," she said. "They're drinking wine."
"Oh." I nodded and bit my bottom lip as Tiffany's tits were hanging down sweetly. She had her left foot on my bed, bent over her knee with her butt pushing outward beneath her skirt. She seemed to be taking a long time getting that stocking down, but I didn't mind.
"She told me to take a bath because I stink," Tiffany said with a giggle.
"Mom said that?" I frowned.
"She wanted to embarrass me, I think."
"Did she?"
"No," she sighed. "I don't know how to be embarrassed."
"You're lucky," I told her, but Tiffany probably did wish she knew what it felt like.
She loved me, I knew that, but she couldn't say it. I wasn't even sure how it felt for her. What Tiffany might have thought was love might have just been some kind of bug in her programming. Or the guys who fixed her might have decided it was easier to let her think she was in love than to try and rewire her. So long as she didn't run around saying it, who would care? Except for happiness, which I knew she was programmed for, Tiffany never got angry or sad. She never got jealous or embarrassed, or showed any other kind of emotion. Just love and only for me.
I worried about that sometimes.
"Ewwww!" She made a face a few minutes later as she peeled off her thong. "You're such a bad boy!"
"Me?" I grinned at her and maybe it's kind of perverted, but I really liked seeing her all messy with my cum.
"You do it," she said, letting go of the waistband so her thong stretched between her thighs, just below her sticky sex.
"It's not my fault," I sighed, getting on my knees in front of her. "You should buy some real panties."
"But you told me you like this kind."
"I do!" I laughed, pulling her thong down her legs slowly and the triangle crotch was covered with a milky glaze.
"Then it's your fault!" she said with a giggle. "Careful! Don't get it on me!"
"I'm not! You big baby," I teased her. "You got it all over your pussy. Who cares about your knees?"
"I do!"
"And it's half yours anyway," I reminded her, taking a deep breath and savoring the smell of our mixed up cum. "You do stink."
"Be nice!" Tiffany put her hands on my shoulders, stepping out of her thong carefully one foot at a time.
"If I wasn't nice, I'd put these in your mouth," I said, holding up her thong and watching her eyes get big.
"What? You wouldn't dare!"
"If you dared me I would," I told her and we'd only recently started playing strange games like this.
"Oh yeah?" she said, pursing her lips and crossing her arms over her tits. "I dare you."
"Get on your knees!"
"Josh!"
"I told you I'd do it! Down here! Hurry up!"
"You'd better not!" she said, holding my shoulders as she knelt in front of me.
"Open your mouth," I told her and Tiffany licked her lips. "Wider…There you go…How's that taste? Good?"
"Ummph!" Her eyes grew wide as I pushed her thong between her lips and she wanted me to do it.
I could see her tits rising and falling as she breathed sharply through her nose. Her skin had already turned pink and her eyes had taken on a moist sheen that told me she was getting turned on. We knew each other so well by then and even though we both knew Tiffany had only been pretending to be reluctant, it was still a lot of fun. Being forced to suck on her cum stained panties wasn't humiliating for her at all. She didn't even know what the word meant! So there wasn't anything mean about it, you know? Nothing hurtful and I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, so Tiffany helped me.
"Ohhhh…" I groaned, slipping my cock inside her slick pussy after pushing her onto her back.
"Hmmph!" Tiffany nodded eagerly as she brought her knees up, getting her legs over my shoulders because we liked fucking that way a lot.
I could see the tendons and muscles of her jaw moving as she washed her thong with her tongue, swallowing cum flavored spit. I leaned into her with my arms straight and elbows locked, rolling her butt off the carpet as I bent her double beneath me. Tiffany's knees were past her shoulders and I had a straight shot into her pussy. Christ! She felt so wet inside, so amazingly hot, and her pussy would grab my dick and squeeze every time she tightened her tummy and thighs. My dick had grown a lot bigger since I'd broken her cherry, but Tiffany hadn't changed at all. Her pussy was still small and sweet and I loved seeing the expressions on her face while we made love. Surprise, joy, lust, love, pain pleasure, they were all there. And sometimes all of them at once.
"I love you," I breathed. "I love fucking you."
"Umph hmph!" Tiffany agreed panting through her nose and scratching my thighs with her fingernails.
She was going to cum any second and I fucked her hard, the way she liked it. My balls slapped her upturned ass as I leaned down to kiss her closed lips. She kept that thong in her mouth the whole time, even while she came, sucking the juices of our previous sex and drinking them down. Her pussy clenched itself around my cock, trying to hold me inside while she shivered and kicked her legs until the right one fell of my shoulder. Tiffany could have some wild cums and her pussy always went a little crazy. I had to pull out before I lost it and I did, grabbing my cock in my left hand and pushing her other leg off me.
I crawled up her body, practically sitting on her quivering tummy as I jerked off on her tits. I wanted to see it this time. I wanted to watch my cum shoot out across her beautiful body. I pumped my cock a half dozen times before arching my back and groaning with pleasure. Semen spurted over tits and onto her face and then her neck before I adjusted my aim, grinning and sliding my fist up and down the wet shaft. I shot my load on her fat nipples, painting those perfect pink nubs white with sperm. I didn't cum as much as I wanted, not as much as I sometimes did, but it was enough.
I rubbed my cockhead over her tits and then between them as Tiffany pushed them together for me. We'd done that before too, tit fucking, and it was kinda fun. She didn't mind and I leaned over her prone body, sliding my dick between her awesome breasts and leaving a trail of leaking semen behind. We were both hot and sticky, especially her, and my dick couldn't stay hard. I slipped my fingers between Tiffany's lips and she opened her mouth, letting me pull the thong out. I used it to wipe the cum off her cheek and then I had to kiss her.
The idea that she'd just spent ten minutes sucking cummy panties didn't bother me at all. She wanted a kiss, I could tell, and I needed her. I covered her body with mine as Tiffany spread her legs around my hips. My spent cock snuggled against her wet pussy and my chest pressed against her cum stained nipples. I stroked her hair while she rubbed my shoulders and down my back, and we looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Whatever I tasted as my tongue explored Tiffany's mouth, I told myself it was all her and I didn't hesitate even for a second to prove how much I loved her.
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"Hurry up, Josh! We're going to be late," Mom called me and I made a face.
"Have fun," Tiffany said with a giggle, kissing me on the cheek as she picked up my breakfast plate.
"She should make you go," I said, and not for the first time. "You're the trouble maker."
"I am not!" She teased me with a hurt expression. "Besides, they don't make doctors for girls like me."
"He's not a doctor." I started getting up from the breakfast table. "He's just a shrink."
"Josh!"
"Coming Mom!"
"Bye!" Tiffany wiggled her fingers at me and I rolled my eyes.
This had been my mom's idea and even my dad couldn't talk her out of it. If I wanted to keep Tiffany, I had to see a psychiatrist every other Saturday. Not because I was crazy, but because Mom had read something about people getting addicted to girls like Tiffany and she wasn't going to let that happen to me. That's what normal people called it when someone fell in love with a "social appliance" because love is good; addiction is bad.
Or something. Sometimes I kind of thought my mom needed a shrink.
"Comfortable? Did you use the bathroom?" Mom asked, fussing over me as I sat in the chair.
"I'm okay," I replied, wriggling my fingers into the gloves and smiling at the tingling sensation.
Five minutes later the computers had tricked my brain into thinking I sat in Dr. Hanson's waiting room. I could feel the cool air on my skin and smell the peach scented breeze coming from the air conditioning vents. Through the big windows I could see Miami Beach and the tall hotels that lined the ocean. I could hear soft music playing, like Mozart or something, and the receptionist whispering to a nurse as they looked through some papers together.
I had to fill out some papers of my own and I held a clipboard on my lap and chewed the pen for a second, then wondered if someone else hadn't been chewing it before me. So I stopped. I'd already forgotten I was really sitting a zillion miles away in Seattle and I'd heard people could get addicted to virtual reality too. Mom didn't seem too worried about that though and it kind of annoyed me.
"Describe your social appliance in one word," I read softly. "Hmmm…Useful."
I wanted to write down Beautiful, Perfect, Amazing, Incredible, Sexy, Hot, and Dazzling, which seemed like a really cool word. But I knew better than that!
"In one word, describe your feelings for your social appliance." That's a tough one and obviously I couldn't write down Love, so I decided to go with Fondness, since I liked to fondle her anyway.
There were other questions like that and I answered the same questionnaire every other week. I reminded myself that I'd have to ask Tiffany for some new words next time. She had a huge vocabulary, since the whole dictionary was in her head, but she didn't like to show off either. She could've made me feel really stupid if she ever wanted to, but she didn't. She'd been designed to be non-intrusive in a social environment, whatever that meant. Someone should have told the designers that really super hot chicks are always intrusive, even if they don't say anything.
"So how did it start, Josh?" Dr. Harmon asked me and I wasn't sure how we'd gotten on the subject in the first place.
"I'm not sure, um…I guess we just wanted to try new things?" I said, making it sound like a question and I hated that. "I mean, after two years, we kinda got…Um…"
"Would you say you became bored with Tiffany?"
"What? No way," I said, shaking my head. "We just got bored with doing it the same way all the time."
"I see," he said with a smile, waiting for me to say something else.
"She's not a sex machine," I told him. "I hate it when the guys at school call her that."
"How would you describe her?"
"Adventurous," I replied after a few seconds, smiling because that word seemed perfect. "She's got an adventurous personality, you know? She likes to try new things."
"And that pleases you," Dr. Hanson observed. Like, duh!
"Well, I'm fifteen," I told him, turning my head so he could see my grin. "That's kind of an adventurous age for boys, right?"
"Yes," he said with a soft chuckle. "I suppose we could say that."
"My dad says that." I nodded. "He says, sometimes I have more imagination than common sense."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Good." I shrugged. "He's not saying it like it's bad or anything."
"Would you say your dad is a positive influence on your relationship with Tiffany?"
"Yeah. Definitely," I replied. "He's kind of, uh…encouraging."
"I see."
"My mom's the one who worries all the time," I said. "But she just pretends like nothing's going on. Except I have to come here and stuff."
"How does she pretend?"
"I dunno." I took a deep breath. "It's like see no evil, hear evil. You know? As long as we're not doing it in the living room, Mom's okay with it."
"So she's okay with your relationship, but…"
"But she still worries," I sighed. "It's kinda weird."
"How about your friends? Are they okay with it?"
"I guess so." I shrugged. "Mostly they just think we're having sex all the time."
"I see."
"And we are!" I said with a laugh, but I hadn't meant to say that. "But we do other stuff too. Not just sex. We hang out and she tutors me, you know. She likes watching me play baseball, except baseball season's over with, but…"
I'd spoken quickly, rushing to find other reasons for spending all my time with her. It didn't sound too convincing though, even to me.
"It's not my fault though," I said, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden silence while Dr. Harmon waited.
"Can you explain that?" he asked, and I frowned. He did that to me all the time!
"I don't know, um…" I shrugged, feeling confused as I tried to sort out my thoughts. "I mean, no matter what they say in the commercials about being companions and helpful servants and best friends for people with no time to make real ones…Tiffany's made for sex. Programmed for it, you know?"
"Okay."
"Like, they don't sell ugly robots, right?"
"Not that I know of," he agreed with a chuckle and sometimes the guy was cool.
"And I hate it when people call her a sex machine," I sighed. "But it's kinda true and she can't help it. So it's not her fault either. You can't blame her."
"Oh, I'm not blaming anyone for anything, Josh." Doctor Harmon leaned forward in his chair, putting his elbows on his knees. "I'm just trying to help you understand your feelings for Tiffany. It's good that you're talking so openly about her."
"I guess so," I said, but I wasn't so sure. At least I hadn't told the guy how I really felt about her…I didn't think.
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"What do you mean she's going away for a week?" I stared at my dad like he had to be crazy. "Going where?"
"It's my thirty month check-up," Tiffany answered from the stove. "I'm looking forward to it."
"What?" I watched her flip a pancake in the air. "You knew about this?"
"Of course!" She giggled. "How many pancakes do you want, John?"
"Two," Dad said from behind his newspaper.
"He wants one, Tiffany," Mom decided. "And no butter."
"Okay!" she said with a smile, but my dad frowned.
"They're just going to check her programming," Dad explained. "Install some upgrades…"
"Give me a nice dermal bath," Tiffany added, leaning over his shoulder and putting a pancake on Dad's plate.
"What's that?" I wondered.
"New skin," Mom told me, sounding kind of bored with the subject.
"When I come back, I'll be good as new," Tiffany told me. "Soft and brown all over!"
"Brown?" I smiled at her.
"I told them to give her a tan," Dad said. "You'll like it."
"Bring me a glass of orange juice," Mom told her. "And run upstairs for me. I need to take a pill…You know the one."
"What pill?" I asked.
"Of course, Trish," Tiffany replied happily.
"I guess you'll have to find something else to do with yourself," Mom told me, ignoring my question.
"It's gonna be boring," I decided with a frown. "Is that like a five day week, or all seven?"
"Maybe you could ask Candice if she wants to see a movie or something," she suggested as Tiffany poured her a glass of juice.
"Candice?" I really frowned at that idea.
"Hey! That's a great idea," Dad said. "She's really growing up fast."
"She doesn't act like it," I muttered.
"She's a very nice girl," Mom told me. "And she likes you."
"No she doesn't," I said. "She just wants to give me a hard time about Tiffany all the time."
"It's that gene," Dad said, giving me a wink.
"What gene?" Mom looked at him.
"Huh? Oh! Nothing." He shrugged and stuffed a bite of pancake into his mouth.
"It's man talk, Mom," I told her with a grin and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, anyway…" she sighed. "I'm going to call her mother and…"
"Mom!"
"…find out when Candice wants to go," she continued. "You're not going to spend a week in your room crying over Tiffany."
"I'm not gonna cry!"
"Are you alright, Josh?" Tiffany blinked at me, frozen in the kitchen doorway and holding a small pink pill on her palm.
"I'm fine," I said, feeling my cheeks burn.
"He's alright," Mom told her.
"Good!" Tiffany smiled again and gave Mom her pill. "I don't want you to be sad, Josh."
"I'm not sad either." I reached for the syrup and avoided her eyes. Tiffany's world stopped if I wasn't happy.
"Josh is going on a date with Candice," Dad explained.
"Dad!" I stared at him.
"So he's a little nervous."
"Oh!" Tiffany smiled at me. "That'll be nice. I like Candice."
"You do?" I stared at her.
"Josh likes her too," Mom said. "He just doesn't know it yet."
"That's not funny!" I stared at her and I felt like a ping-pong ball or something.
"I know he does," Tiffany agreed and I couldn't believe she'd say that! "I've seen the way he looks at her."
"Are you guys crazy?"
"Josh," Dad said with a chuckle, shaking his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"What? I don't like Candice!" I said. "You guys are just teasing me."
"We'll see," Mom said with a pleasant smile. "Finish your breakfast."
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"What were you saying that stuff for?" I asked Tiffany as I dressed for school.
"What stuff?" she asked, arching her eyebrows and smiling at me.
She snapped the bed sheet and then paused, leaning forward and sniffing suspiciously.
"I'd better change these," she decided. "We made a mess last night."
"Don't change the subject," I told her. "You never saw me looking at Candice."
"Of course I did!" She giggled. "It's alright, Josh. I understand. She's very pretty."
"She is not," I sighed, pulling a t-shirt over my head.
The nice thing about going to a virtual school is the computer automatically puts the students in uniform, so I didn't have to worry about tying a tie or shining my shoes or anything. I could have gotten in the chair naked and nobody at school would know and sometimes I wanted to, but Mom would have thrown a fit probably. The chair had all the interface gadgets, including the sexual ones, but it had parental locks too and I didn't know the password.
Sometimes I wondered why it was okay for me to have a girl like Tiffany and not be able to go to Virtual Bangkok. I heard that place was awesome! I wondered if my dad ever went there, but knowing my mom like I did, I figured it wasn't too likely. She liked to keep Dad satisfied all by herself, but that's not exactly the kind of thoughts I wanted to have. I'm just saying, Mom wasn't really big on masturbation, you know? She loved sex and understood people needed it, especially teenage boys, but she hated pornography. I guess that's just a girl thing because Tiffany wasn't too interested in it either.
I knew that since I'd asked her to hack the password once and Tiffany could have done it easy, but she'd just laughed at me.
"What was that pill for?" I asked, deciding I kinda did want to change the subject. "My mom's not sick, is she?"
"No," she replied. "Not at all."
"So?" I held out my hand, looking for an explanation.
"It's a morning after pill."
"After what?"
"After sex!" Tiffany said with a giggle. "Birth control, remember?"
"Uhhh…"
"How did you ever pass Sex Education?" she sighed.
"You helped me," I reminded her with a grin. "She takes those all the time?"
"Your parents use condoms."
"They do?" I blinked at her. "How do you know?"
"I clean their bedroom," she said. "I suppose they didn't have one last night."
"Oh." I nodded, but it seemed weird talking about my parents that way. "I wish she'd get pregnant."
"Why?" Tiffany gave me a curious look. "Do you want her to go to jail?"
"What? No!" I laughed. "I know she can't have another baby, but...I dunno. It would be kinda cool to see her like that."
"Do you fantasize about your mom while you fuck me?"
"Of course not!"
"I won't mind if you do," Tiffany told me, smiling over her shoulder. "It's very common among boys your age. Would you like to call me Trish next time?"
"No," I sighed. "Just…drop it. Okay?"
"Or you can call me Mommy while you suck my nipples."
"Tiffany!"
"Okay!" she said with a giggle. "I'm just trying to help."
"Thanks, but...Leave my mom out of it."
"Do you wanna call me Candice?"
"God!"
"We could turn out the lights," she suggested. "Put a pillow over my head?"
"I'm going to spank you in a minute."
"Ohhh!" Tiffany giggled again. "See? It's working already."
She went back to cleaning my room and I took my time getting dressed. I didn't want to leave Tiffany because I knew when I got back home she'd be gone. That really sucked too.
"You should get her flowers," Tiffany suggested.
"My mom?"
"No! I'm talking about Candice."
"Huh?"
"Rhododendron viscose," she said with a happy smile. "White azalea. She likes them a lot. Even more than roses, I think."
"How do you know?"
"Haven't you noticed? Whenever she visits, Candice always goes straight for the azaleas," Tiffany explained with a shrug. "They smell very nice."
"I never saw her doing that," I said with a frown. "Really?"
"Uh-huh!" Tiffany yanked a pillow out of its pillow case. "You were probably too busy admiring her legs."
"Shut-up!" I snorted.
"Or do you like her butt more?" Tiffany teased me. "I don't blame you. She's got a nice one."
"Stop it," I told her. "I'm not in the mood. Okay?"
"You don't want to talk about Candy's butt?" She giggled. "I don't believe you!"
"Candy?"
"I wonder what kind of panties she likes to wear," Tiffany said with a sigh. "A little white thong, I bet."
"Did you just call her Candy?"
"One of those lacy kind," she continued. "You can see her pubic hair through it."
"God!" I pulled up my pants quickly.
"Oh!" Tiffany giggled. "Are you getting excited, Josh?"
"Leave me alone."
"Are you going to masturbate while I'm gone?" she asked. "Or save it up for me?"
"I'm going to sell you in a minute," I told her. "Why can't you be like other girls?"
"Ummm…" She had to think about that, because I hadn't been specific enough.
"I mean, why can't you just be jealous and hate her?" I asked. "She hates you."
"Candy doesn't hate me," Tiffany said. "Why would you think that?"
"And stop calling her Candy!" I said. "Where did that come from anyway?"
"She likes it," Tiffany said with a shrug. "We talk about you all the time."
"What?" I blinked at her.
"Josh! Time for school," Mom called out from downstairs. "Come down here!"
"Coming!" I yelled back.
"Bye Josh!" Tiffany kissed me on the lips, holding the dirty sheets and pillowcases between us. "I'll see you in a week."
"Wait! What did you mean…"
"Josh!" Mom shouted.
"You'd better go," Tiffany sighed, giving me another kiss, a real one and I played my tongue against hers until Mom yelled again.
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When I came home for lunch, Tiffany had already left for the service center place and the house felt ten times bigger and a hundred times emptier.
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"This is exactly what you need," Mom decided, picking imaginary lint off my sweater. "You're going to have a nice time tonight."
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Josh!"
"I said, yeah."
"Well, you don't have to make it sound like you're going to a funeral."
"Sorry." I made a face at her in the mirror. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her."
"Just be yourself," Mom said. "That's what girls like."
"But what if she doesn't like me?"
"Then you're screwed."
"What?" I turned my head and Mom giggled.
"You asked," she said with a shrug.
"You're not supposed to say that though," I said with a reluctant grin.
"She likes you." Mom kissed my cheek. "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried," I told her, wiping my palms on my pants. "I'm just not sure this is such a good idea."
"How are we doing?" Dad asked from the open doorway of my bedroom.
"Nervous," Mom replied and I frowned.
"Good." He nodded. "That's a good sign. It means you're a real man."
"Huh?" I blinked at him and my mom laughed as she gave me another kiss.
"I'll be downstairs," she said, sharing a look with my dad.
"So, your first date," he said, walking into the room and sitting on my bed. "Did I give you some money?"
"Yeah." I smiled at him. "You gave me a hundred dollars, remember?"
"Just checking." He nodded. "Sit down for a minute. I want to talk with you about something."
"Okay."
"Candice isn't like Tiffany," Dad said, clearing his throat. "She's a real girl, for one thing."
"I know."
"She's going to have her own thoughts and feelings and, uh…"
"Dad, I know all that."
"Yeah. Right, I'm just reminding you."
"Mom already reminded me," I sighed. "Like ten times."
"I bet!" He chuckled softly. "The important thing to remember is that she's not going out with you because she has to."
"Okay."
"She wants to get to know you," he continued. "She wants to tell you about herself too. So here's the best advice I can give you…"
"What's that?"
"Let her do all the talking."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Dad nodded seriously. "Whatever she says, just nod a lot. If she stops talking, ask her about her shoes."
"No way!" I laughed at him.
"She'll tell you all about them," he said with a grin. "Everything you never wanted to know about shoes."
"Is that what you did with Mom?"
"Are you kidding? That's what I still do!"
"Heh!"
"And look how happy we are."
"I'm not going to marry her," I reminded him. "Tiffany's gonna be back in six days and…"
"Don't mention Tiffany either," he warned me. "Talk about anything else, but don't…"
"What if she says something?"
"Huh?" Dad cupped his ear.
"What if Candice asks about Tiffany?" I repeated.
"Sorry…" He leaned closer. "I didn't catch that. Say! Where did you get those wonderful shoes?"
"Shut-up!" I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "That's not gonna work!"
"It will if she wants it to," he told me. "That's the number one rule on a first date."
"What?"
"Give the girl what she wants," Dad said. "It's the second best way to get a second date."
"What's the best way?"
"Get her pregnant."
"Uh!" I blinked at him, but Dad was busy glancing at the open door.
"You didn't hear me say that," he said, coughing into his fist.
"That's not how…You and Mom…I mean…You didn't…" I said slowly. "Did you?"
"And look how happy we are!" Dad laughed and slapped my back.
"That's not funny," I said, hoping he was kidding. "I almost believed you!"
"Hmmm…" He shrugged. "I'll have to work on my delivery. How are you feeling?"
"Ummm…" I shrugged and for some reason I wasn't as nervous as I'd been a few minutes before. "Better, I think."
"Good," he said with a nod. "Mission accomplished."
"Josh! It's almost seven!" Mom called from downstairs. "The driver's waiting."
"Okay!" I yelled.
"One more thing," Dad said, grabbing my arm as I stood up. "You have to respect her, right?"
"I know."
"She's not like Tiffany. You can't treat her like…Well, like Tiffany."
"No means no?"
"Exactly," he agreed and we'd had that talk before. "Don't even bring the subject up; it's her first date too."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, don't put Candice in a position where she has to say no," he said. "Be a gentleman."
"I will," I promised and seriously, I couldn't really imagine trying to have sex with Candice anyway. I didn't even like her!