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Candice

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only
Please visit http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm or close your eyes
and think real hard

Codes: m/f, SciFi, Rom, First, Mast, Oral, Anal, 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?

Note: 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.

Last second note: This story consists of three chapters and the
chapter titles don't really mean anything. -rr

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Candice
by Rachael Ross

Chapter One - In the Big Inning




"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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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 on 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 did this to me all the time!

"I don't know, um..." I frowned, 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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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, 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!


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