Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part 2
From Lust to Love 

Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain (M~F+, cons, rom, ScFi, oral)
 
(Chapters 1-3 of 12)

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This story is a fiction.   It does not relate to any real incidences
or real persons.   This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual 
activity.  Anyone who may be offended by such contents, or persons 
forbidden by law or any regulations, should not read or download this story.  
Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than for personal enjoyment 
are subject to explicit authorization by the author.

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This is the second part of a trilogy about Timothy Brake's adventures 
in Virtual Reality Gaming and his real life romance as well as 
experience and growth.  

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Chapter 1
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Timothy Brake was starved and worn-out when he opened the 
door and stepped into the kitchen in his parents' house.  
He had a loaded day at work, and after that, he went to his 
first evening class at Monroe Community College.  He opened 
the fridge, took out some bologna and lettuce, made himself 
a sandwich, and scoffed his dinner.  He glanced briefly at 
headlines on the newspapers left on the table by his dad.  
He noticed the date was Tuesday, May 26th, 2009, five more 
days until his next pay date. 

Tim had been working as a field technician at a computer 
service company for three months, following his completion 
of his training program at a business school and obtaining 
the technician certification.  He had also enrolled in a 
part-time Associate Degree program at the community college.  
He thought the first day of school would be just 
introduction stuff and he would be released after a few 
minutes.  He didn't know the Summer courses were so packed 
that the English class's lecturer didn't even waste a 
minute.  

He checked the kitchen clock before going upstairs to his 
room.  It was almost half past ten already.  He still had 
to take his shower, do his assigned readings, and write an 
article for the next day's class.  He wondered how long he 
could keep up before dropping out of the school.

He loved his job and he worked hard.  It was a good job, 
considering his qualifications and experience.  He knew he 
earned even more than what his step-mom made.  Tim was 
staying with his parents.  He had used the money saved from 
paying rent for an apartment to pay off his dad's loan for 
his business school tuition, and paid back the money his 
step-mom lent him to buy the crappy used car he was now 
driving.

He still was not convinced that a community college 
education was useful to him.  If not because his beloved 
step-sister kept on pushing him, he simply wouldn't have 
enrolled.  His step-sis, Deborah, had just finished her 
freshman year at SUNY Albany.  She had also just returned 
to college for her summer courses two days ago, after 
spending a week at home following her spring semester final 
examinations.  

It had been almost a year since Deborah and Tim had closed 
the gap for aberrant sibling relationship, and they both 
hadn't looked back.  They had both started new chapters in 
their lives.  Deborah had a boyfriend who was a year ahead 
of her in college.  Tim hadn't had any steady relationships, 
other than some casual dates, in a long while.   The 
siblings, however, still maintained a very close 
relationship, and they talked about everything.

The day before Deborah went back to college, she had a 
gathering with her closest high school friends, and she 
took Tim with her.  Tim actually knew them and had been in 
gatherings with them before, although he never paid much 
attention to them in the past.  Cynthia went to SUNY 
Brockport, Julie was a customer service representative at a 
department store, and Annie was going to Monroe Community 
College on a transfer program, preparing to be a teacher 
after college.  Julie took her boyfriend, Jared, to the 
gathering, but the other two girls were by themselves.  
Cynthia's boyfriend had gone out of town, and Annie's 
boyfriend was at work. 

When Annie found out Tim was going to the community college 
during summer, she instantly asked him was he driving.  Her 
behavior drew a roar of laughter from the gang.  Annie 
explained with embarrassment that she was also taking 
evening classes, which dismissed at around nine-thirty, and 
she didn't have a car.  It would take a lot longer to 
travel by bus at night, given the time needed for 
transferring buses, not to mention the less frequent 
schedule at night.  Since Annie didn't live very far away 
from their house, Tim agreed to give her rides after the 
evening classes.  

Tim wasn't a fast reader, especially when it came to 
literate pieces.  He could read computer technical papers 
pretty fast, as he knew what he should skip and what to pay 
attention to.  By the time he finished his assigned 
readings, and completing writing his review, it was already 
one in the morning.  He hit the sack, and the moment his 
eyes were closed, he fell asleep.

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The following day was also a busy day for Tim, and he was 
almost late for his class.  The lecturer tried to make her 
class a little more enjoyable by talking about amusing 
literate articles.  Only a few students found them amusing, 
some were dozing, while others were staring with dull eyes 
at the blackboard.

Tim found Annie outside the student parking lot after class.  
They went to his car and headed home.

"So your boyfriend isn't taking any summer classes?" he 
asked his passenger during the drive.  He knew Annie had 
met her date at the community college.

"No, he wants to take a break from school and make some 
money during the summer," Annie said.

"Are you working?" he asked.  The girls bantered so much 
during their gathering a few days ago that he had trouble 
remembering what was said.  He actually spent most of the 
time talking with Julie's boyfriend. 

"Yeah, I'm working at a bookstore during the day.  That's 
why I'm taking evening classes," Annie said.

"Why are you working and taking classes?  It's so wearisome.  
I've probably made a mistake starting in the summer.  I 
don't know how long I can last," Tim said.

"I've been trying to speed up," Annie said.  "I've been 
taking more credits than usual.  With two courses in the 
summer, I should be able to graduate after the fall 
semester.  Then I can transfer to Albany in the spring."

"I see," Tim said.  "What about him?"

"He's taking it slowly," Annie said.  "I guess I'll be a 
teacher by the time he's a senior."  Tim could observe from 
the corner of his eye that she was smiling at him as she 
talked.

"Where's he working, anyway?" he asked.

"At VRG," she said.  Then she turned to Tim and continued, 
"No, he's not Alan."  She giggled.

Tim laughed.  Alan was his best friend at high school.  He 
didn't pursue his post-high-school education, but had 
instead taken up a full time job at VRG, a nation-wide 
virtual reality game center network.  Both Alan and Tim had 
been fans of the expensive virtual reality games when they 
were in high school.  

Tim had practically quit playing virtual reality games, 
ever since he began engaging in an intimate relationship 
with his step-sister.  He hadn't played any virtual reality 
games since then, except a couple of times, when Alan 
invited him to some 'after-hour' private games played by 
some of the staff of VRG.  He hadn't seen Alan for a couple 
months by now.  Alan had been busy lately with a girl at 
VRG, who had eventually agreed to go out with him.

When Tim got home, his parents were already in bed.  
However, his step-mom left a note on the table telling him 
she had made him some food and left it in the fridge.  Tim 
took out the food, reheated it in the microwave oven, and 
finished eating before he went to his room to study.

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Tim had a tough time the next day at a client's office 
diagnosing some problems, and he was a little late for his 
class in the evening.  He found his usual seat was taken by 
another guy.  He looked around briefly, and headed over 
toward the rear corner to take up an empty seat there.

The lecturer said she would like to discuss an article 
which the students were assigned to read the night before.  
She asked for volunteers for the discussion.  

As the first student began to talk, a girl sitting behind 
Tim tapped his shoulder.  He turned around.  The blonde 
girl asked him which article they were discussing.  She 
said she hadn't come to the class on the previous evening.  
Tim told her.

Tim didn't participate in the discussion, but he was 
thirsty, so he went to the vending machine during the break.  
He saw the blonde girl there.

"Hi," the blonde greeted him with a smile.

"Hi," Tim said, before he inserted his coins into the 
vending machine.

"You want a smoke?" the blonde said, when Tim popped open 
his soft drink.

"No, thanks," Tim said.  "I don't smoke."

"Okay," she said.  She paused briefly, and continued, "Do 
you want to go out for some fresh air?"

Tim shrugged.  "Sure," he said.  He went outside the 
building with the blonde. 

"By the way, I'm Emma," the blonde said.  She lighted up a 
cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"I'm Tim," he said, stretching out a hand.  "You're a 
freshman?"

Emma shook hands with Tim.  "Well, not exactly," she said, 
with a little embarrassed expression in her face.  "I've 
already finished my freshman year at Albany.  I dropped the 
course there, as I was doing pretty bad... You know, 
spending too much time dating."  She paused momentarily and 
giggled, then continued, "I'm taking it here while I'm at 
home for the summer, so I can take on English II the next 
semester.  They said this course can be transferred from 
here with no problem."

Tim studied Emma briefly as he chuckled.  She was about 
four inches shorter than him, her long blonde hair was 
fairly light and flowed smoothly down her back, her blue 
eyes were pretty deep in color, and she had nice figure in 
her halter.  She reminded him of the Barbie dolls.  "So 
what's your major there?" he asked, while wondering if she 
would know his step-sis.

"I haven't made up my mind yet," Emma said.  "Most likely 
business."

"Oh, my sister goes to Albany as well," Tim said.  "She 
wants to be a journalist."

"What's her name and what year?" Emma said, tuning her face 
slightly to blow out another stream of smoke.

"Her name is Deborah, and she's just finished her freshman 
year as well," Tim said.

"I don't think I know her," Emma said.  "So what about 
you?"

"Actually, I'm working full time.  I'm a computer 
technician," Tim said.  "I just started here, but because 
of the workload I just might stay a bachelor until my 
retirement."

Emma giggled.  "Must be tough doing both at the same time," 
she said.

"It is," Tim said.  "So if I disappear after a while, don't 
be surprised."  

"Oh, I'll be surprised," she said, a little teasingly.  "I 
may wonder if you're too busy with your girl."  She dropped 
the cigarette butt on the ground and put it out with her 
sole.

"I wish I had time and a girl," Tim said, as they started 
walking back to the lecture room.

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Tim had another brief talk with Emma on their way to the 
parking lot after class.  He didn't see Annie there yet.  
He stopped at the entrance and bade goodnight to his 
classmate.  He saw Emma drive away in a white European 
sports coupe.

About ten minutes later, Annie showed up, scuttling towards 
Tim.  "I'm sorry," she panted, "I saw a friend and we 
talked for a while."

"It's okay," Tim said playfully.  "At least you didn't go 
to a coffee shop and come back."  

Annie chuckled.  "Well, I'm not supposed to see you still 
waiting here if I had gone to a coffee shop and come back, 
am I?"  she said.

"No," Tim said.  "More likely I'd be lying on the ground, 
begging for a merciful donut."  He started walking toward 
his car.

Annie giggled as she caught up with him.

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Rain poured down like a waterfall on Friday morning.  Tim 
was a little late when he arrived at his workplace.  He saw 
the manager in the pantry when he went there for his coffee.

"Good morning, Philip," he greeted the manager.  Philip 
owned the franchised service center, a branch of a chain 
serving a number of states.
 
"Good morning, Tim," Philip said.  "How's the class?"

"Like hell," Tim said.  "I'd rather take up classes in 
networking."

Philip chuckled.  "Do you mind putting in a few hours 
tomorrow?" he asked.

Tim thought for a moment as he filled up his cup.  "No 
problem," he said.  He could postpone his lawn mowing task 
to Sunday, and he didn't have any schedule for his weekend 
yet.

"Okay, see me in the workshop after you've got your 
coffee," Philip said, and left the pantry with his coffee.

Tim saw Philip standing beside a huge carton box in the 
workshop.  From the markings on the box, he knew it was a 
thirty-six inch multimedia plasma screen.  

"Bob asked me to order this for him," Philip said.  Tim 
knew Bob through his former coworker, Susan, when he worked 
at a cinema during his high school years.  Bob was Philip's 
cousin, and it was Bob who referred Tim to Philip.  Tim 
knew Susan and Bob were now living together.

Tim grinned at Philip.  "His taste in computer equipment is 
as good as his taste in women," he said jokingly.

Philip beamed.  "Sure, he's got good taste in everything.  
They were engaged last week."  He then pointed at another 
worker and continued,  "John will deliver it over to him 
tomorrow morning.  Bob had asked if you would mind taking 
care of the installation.  Susan will be at home tomorrow 
morning."

"Okay," Tim said.

"If you don't mind, you can set up the equipment John's 
delivering tomorrow," Philip said.  

"No problem at all," Tim said.  At long as he got paid 
overtime, he didn't mind what kind of job: diagnosis, 
installation, or repair.

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That evening after class, Tim, like what he did the 
previous two evenings, walked to the parking lot with Emma.  

"How much does your company charge?" Emma asked Tim.

"Depends," Tim said.  "On site or bring in, warranty and 
brands.  Why?"

"Well, my computer at home has no sound," Emma said.  "It 
used to have sound before I left for college.  I don't know 
what's wrong.  The only friend I knew..."  She paused 
briefly and continued, "Well, not a friend anymore.  Anyway, 
my ex-boyfriend was the only person I knew who was familiar 
with computers."

"Desktop or notebook?" Tim asked.

"I guess it's a desktop computer," Emma said.  "But it's 
sitting on the floor."

Tim chuckled.  He then thought for a moment.  "Where do you 
live?" he said.  "I can take a look if it's okay with you."

"Wouldn't it be a lot of trouble for you?"  Emma said, as 
she turned to look at Tim.

"I hope it's just some minor problems," Tim said.  "Then 
it's no biggie."

"Gosh, you're so sweet," Emma said, smiling. She then told 
him where she lived.  "When?" she asked, "Are you going 
home now?"

"I can't do it now," Tim said.  "I don't have any spare 
sound cards with me, in case your computer needs a 
replacement.  I also need to give a ride to a friend."

"Oh, sorry," Emma said.  "Girlfriend?"  She smiled at Tim 
with a wink.

"No," Tim said.  "A friend from high school.  What about 
tomorrow?  I'll have a few jobs to handle in the morning, 
but I should be free in the afternoon."  He stopped when 
they were at the entrance of the parking lot.

Emma stopped and thought briefly.  "I'm going to the 
swimming pool tomorrow morning.  I should be free in the 
afternoon, too.  When do you think you can come?"  she said.

"I'm not sure," Tim said.  "Can I call you when I'm done 
with my job?"

"Sure," Emma said.  She got her pen and notepad out, wrote 
down her address and cell phone number, peeled the sheet 
from the notepad, and gave it to Tim.  "What's your phone 
number?" she asked.

Tim told Emma his cell phone number and she wrote it down.  
"What's the brand of your computer?" he asked.

Emma told him the brand.  "Thanks again, Tim," she said.  
"Good night!" she called as she got to her car.  She waved 
at him before she got into her car.

Annie showed up a little later.  "Sorry again," she said.  
"I know I'm late again.  I've been counting.  For every 
hour of your wait, I'll buy you a lunch, okay?"  She smiled 
at Tim.

"Sure," Tim said, chuckling, "but if I saved up the lunches, 
would I get something better?"

"You mean dinner?" Annie said, glancing at Tim as they 
walked toward his car.

"That's fine," Tim said jokingly, "although a cruise 
vacation sounds better."

Annie giggled.  "For that, you'll have to wait for a long, 
long time.  I'll have to save up for years and years for 
that, you know," she said.

"I was just kidding," Tim said.  "You're not going to buy 
me lunches.  We're friends, and friends don't wait for 
friends and expect a reward."

"I was also kidding," Annie said, giggling.  "You'd think I 
would buy a guy a meal just for waiting for a girl?"

Tim laughed.  "I almost forgot that," he said.  He studied 
Annie briefly.  Although Tim had known Annie for more than 
three years, he had never paid close attention to her 
appearance.  Annie was about four inches shorter than him, 
had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little slim.  
She wasn't a very pretty girl, but she was sweet.

"Actually," Annie said, as Tim's car moved out of the 
campus, "I'll pay for your part if you join us on Sunday 
morning for breakfast.  Similar gathering like the one we 
had last week, but of course Deb can't come.  My boyfriend 
will also be there, so you guys can talk about those 
virtual reality games."

Tim thought for a moment, and said, "I think so.  Is Alan 
coming?" 

"Oh yeah!" Annie exclaimed.  "I almost forgot.  Can I 
borrow your phone?"

"Sure," Tim said.  He then passed his cell phone to Annie.

Annie called her boyfriend.  She hung up after a brief talk 
with her boyfriend.  "Alan's off now," she asked.  "Do you 
have his phone number?"

"Speed dial O-seven," Tim said.

Annie called Alan.  She talked excitedly with Alan for a 
while and then asked if he could go to the Sunday breakfast.  
She hung up the phone a while later and said.  "He'll come.  
Gosh, I miss him.  I haven't seen him for so long.  Hmm, 
wait, I'll have to put on Wonder-bra on Sunday so he won't 
tease me about my lack of female characteristics again."  
She giggled.

Tim burst out laughing.  He glanced at Annie, and said.  
"You're very female."  He continued, teasingly, "You only 
need a Wonder-bra if you're going to wear a low-cut evening 
gown."

Annie laughed, then blushed a little.  "I'll need a magical 
bra to have the guts to wear one of those," she said, then 
giggled.

They continued to talk about the upcoming breakfast during 
the drive.  Annie told him the time and place of the 
breakfast.

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Susan was definitely the prettiest girl Tim had ever seen 
in his life, and she was undoubtedly at her most beautiful 
moment when she opened the door and greeted Tim on Saturday 
morning.  She and Bob lived in a nice big house in the 
suburbs.  

"Hi, Sue," Tim said.  "Congratulations!"

Susan had a joyful smile on her face, and reflexively ran 
her fingers over the sparkling diamond on the ring she was 
wearing.  "Thank you, Tim.  I've never felt happier than I 
am now," she said.  "I'm glad you could come.  We haven't 
seen each other for a long time.  Bob said he had asked if 
you could come so you could adore me and envy him.  Isn't 
he mean?"  She giggled.

Tim chuckled.  "Well, no doubt he's a damn lucky guy," he 
said.  "But I'm not envious of him.  He's such a nice guy."

Susan blushed a little, and said.  "Yeah, you're right.  
He's just so sweet.  Hey, come on in.  Would you and your 
friend like a drink?"  She waved at John, who was standing 
beside the truck.

"No, thanks.  Let's get the screen set up first," Tim said.  
"Where's it going?"

Susan showed Tim and John where the screen was going to be 
set up.  The guys heaved the heavy appliance to its place, 
and set it up.  It was a tough job for Tim.  John was a big 
fellow who handled the deliveries and physical duties, but 
Tim was rather slim, and seldom exercised.  He was still 
panting slightly when he finished testing the installation.

Susan offered the guys a drink, and they talked a little 
before the guys packed their tools to leave.  When Tim 
opened the door, a girl outside who was about to press the 
door bell nearly jumped.  Tim knew she had to be Susan's 
sister.  Like Susan, the girl had long, shining and silky 
black hair, bright green eyes, and a delicate face.  She 
also looked a little younger.  The pretty girl looked at 
Tim with a slightly startled expression on her face.

"Sherry!" Susan screeched from behind John.  The guys 
turned around and saw Susan waving her arms.  They moved 
aside to let her get through.  Susan dashed out and hugged 
the girl.

"Tim, this is my sister Sherry," Susan said after her 
excited greeting.  "We're going to shopping in a while."  
She then told her sister who Tim was.  

Tim greeted Susan's sister, before he left with John to 
finish with their other deliveries and installations.  


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Chapter 2
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It was almost three o'clock when the guys had finished 
their deliveries.  Tim had lunch with John at a fast food 
restaurant before going back to their workplace.  Tim 
called up Emma and found out she was at home, expecting him.  
He borrowed some sound cards from the store, and drove over 
to Emma's house.  She lived in a big Colonial style house 
in a prestigious area at the lake front.

Emma had a gleeful smile on her face when she opened the 
door and saw him.  "Hi, Tim," she said.  "Thanks for coming.  
Do you want a drink?" 

"Hi, Emma," Tim said.  "No, thanks.  I had one not long 
ago."

Emma led him inside.  She was wearing a halter and tight 
denim shorts.  She had a nice butt and tender legs.  It was 
a very nice view for Tim as he followed her in to her house.

"Where's your computer?" Tim asked.

"It's in my room, upstairs," Emma said, as she led him 
toward the stairs.  She paused, and turned back to Tim.  
"Why don't I get you a soft drink first?"  she said.  "I 
need to tidy up my room.  I... I'm always disorganized," 
she said, with a little pink on her face.

"Okay," Tim said, smiling.

Emma got Tim a soft drink, told him to take a seat in the 
sitting room, and went upstairs.  She came down a few 
moments later and asked Tim to go up the stairs.

Emma's room was still pretty disorganized when Tim went 
inside.  Her bed was not made; books were laying in piles, 
instead of standing, on her bookshelf; and her dressing 
table was like a tiny junkyard.  Tim had to hold his 
laughter as he envisioned her dresses and underwear all 
over the floor before she tidied up her room.  He went over 
to her computer, sitting on the floor beside her desk, and 
started inspecting it.

"I believe your soundcard driver is screwed up," he said.

"Driver?"

"It's a piece of software enabling the functions and 
features of the sound card," Tim said.  He took out a CD-
ROM from his briefcase and started to update the system 
devices in her computer.

"So I don't need to buy a new soundcard, right?" Emma asked.  
She was standing behind Tim, watching him at work.

"I don't think so," Tim said.  "Your soundcard is still 
very compatible with most of the latest software."  He 
updated the driver, tested the sound, and it worked.

"Thanks a million," Emma said.  "I went to a computer store 
the other day and asked the guys there.  They said the 
easiest thing to do was to buy a new soundcard.  I'd have 
done it if I knew how to install it."  She giggled.

"Store guys always want you to buy their goods," Tim said.  
"Unless you go there in your current outfit, then they may 
offer to come to your house and check it for you for free."

Emma laughed as she poked his shoulder.  "You're bad, Tim," 
she said playfully.

"Do you want me to check your other devices and software as 
well?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," Emma said.  "Gosh, you're so 
sweet."

"No problem," Tim said.  He began going through her other 
device drivers and software installed.  He updated all her 
software.  It took him quite a while to finish the work.  
It would be easier and faster if he could use the 
manufacturer's CD-ROM, but that would wipe out everything 
on her computer, which wasn't an appropriate approach, as 
he found a lot of music files and other non-preinstalled 
software in her computer.  "Everything's fine now," he 
finally declared.

"Thanks again," Emma said.  She checked the time.  "Well, 
you've been here for more than an hour.  I guess I owe you 
so much, the least I can offer is to buy you a dinner," she 
said.

"Nah, it's nothing," Tim said.  "I'm free, anyway."

Emma went over to her desk, leaned her rear against her 
desk, and looked at Tim.  "Well, my dad's gone fishing for 
the weekend.  I'm alone at home.  I can't cook, and nobody 
is taking me out for dinner.  Do I look miserable?" she 
said, rolling her eyes.

Tim laughed.  "Well, I guess, a little," he said.

"So, I guess you're not going to decline my offer, are 
you?" Emma said, smiling at Tim.

Tim thought for a moment.  He didn't have any engagement 
for the rest of the day.  "Well, I guess so," he said.  
"I'll buy you the dinner."

"Uh-uh," Emma shook her head.  "I told you I was paying for 
it.  But it's a bit early for dinner, isn't it?"

Tim glanced at the clock on the computer screen.  It was 
not even five.  "So, what do you have in mind?" he said.

"There's a movie I'd like to watch, but nobody's taking me 
there," Emma said, smiling slyly at Tim.

Tim laughed again.  "Okay," he said.  "May I have the 
pleasure?"

"Sure," Emma said, smiling.  She looked at her attire.  "Do 
you think I should change?" she asked.

Tim shrugged.  "I guess you're fine," he said.

Emma thought for a moment.  "I guess I'll change," she said.  
"Do you want to wait downstairs, or help me choose what to 
wear?"  She smiled mischievously at him. 

"I'll wait downstairs," Tim said.  He left her room, and 
went downstairs to finish his soft drink.  He also called 
his step-mom, telling her he wasn't coming home for dinner.

Emma appeared about fifteen minutes later.  She was still 
wearing that tiny halter, but had put on a mid-thigh length 
frayed denim miniskirt.  She had also put on light makeup.  
She smiled at Tim.  "I hope I look decent," she said.

"You're not decent," Tim said.  "You're gorgeous."

"Wow, I knew you were sweet," Emma said, smiling brightly.  
"I didn't know you were sooooooo sweet."  She went over to 
Tim.

Tim rose from the couch, and led Emma out to his car.  He 
asked which movie she wanted to see, and drove to the 
cinema.

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Tim didn't enjoy the movie.  However, he did enjoy feeling 
Emma leaning her head on his shoulder, smelling her 
fragrance, and feeling her hand on his knee toward the 
latter part of the movie.

They went to a seafood chain restaurant for dinner.  They 
both picked the lobster meal, which was on promotion.  They 
also selected their drinks from the summer fantasy 
promotion list.

"So it's only you and your dad in the family?" Tim asked 
while sipping his drink.

"Yes and no," she said.  "My older brother goes to UR, but 
he's moved out since he started college.  Mom divorced dad 
a few years ago, and had moved to Michigan with my two 
younger sisters." 

Tim leaned forward and patted her hand.  "I'm sorry to know 
about the divorce," Tim said.  "So what does your dad do?"

"He's an attorney," she said.  "What about your family?"

"Well, my dad works at the bus depot; mom works at a 
nursing home; my only sister goes to Albany," he said.  
"Typical family."

Emma giggled.  "Are you staying with your folks or by 
yourself?" she asked.

"With them," he said.  "I don't make a lot of money.  And 
I've been paying off debts from the government, the banks, 
and my folks."

"Well," Emma said, "seems you're doing pretty good.  Don't 
you date?"

"No," Tim said.  "Haven't been for quite a while.  I bet 
you date a lot."

"What makes you think so?" Emma asked.

"Well, you're pretty," Tim said.  "It's the law that pretty 
girls have to date."

Emma laughed and almost banged her face on the table.  
"You're funny," she said.

"In fact," Tim said, "you told me that excessive dating 
made you drop your English course at Albany."

"Oh yeah," Emma said.  "I nearly forgot that."

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Tim asked.

"Do you think I'd be dining with you now if I had a 
boyfriend?" Emma said, looking at his face and smiling.

"He could be busy, or away," Tim said.

"He could be in bed with another girl two thousand miles 
away," Emma said, and giggled.

It was a little past nine when they finished the meal.  "I 
haven't been dancing for a while," Emma said.  "I'm 
starting to gain weight."

"I don't think you are," Tim said, "or you'd have been in 
loose tee shirts instead of a halter."

Emma giggled.  "But lobsters are high cholesterol food," 
she said, winking.  "Where should we go?"

"Where?"

Emma swayed her upper body like she was dancing.  "Where 
should we go?" she asked again.

"I don't know," Tim said.  "I very rarely go to pubs and 
clubs."

Emma leaned forward, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want 
to go or not?"

Tim would actually prefer a walk to a dance, but he 
followed Emma's track.  "Sure," he said.  "Do you know a 
place?"

"Well, what about 'Jo-Jo's Place'?" Emma suggested.

"Sure," Tim said.  "Where's it?"

Emma waved the waiter over and paid the check. "I'll show 
you," she said as she rose from her seat.  They went out.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Emma asked when Tim started the 
engine. 

"No," Tim said.  "Help yourself.  But the ash tray is my 
sundry compartment."

Emma wound down her window, took out a cigarette, and 
lighted it up.  "Oh," she said.  "Like condoms?"

Tim almost choked.  "No," he said.  "You can take a look."

"Okay," Emma said, as she pulled the ash tray out and took 
a brief glance.  She then listed her findings.  "Ball pen, 
post-it notes, and dollar bills... Where do you keep your 
condoms?"

"At the drug store," Tim said.

Emma laughed.  "Poor baby," she said teasingly.

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It was rather crowded at Jo-Jo's Place.  They couldn't get 
a table with seats, so they occupied a small bar table.  
Tim paid for the cover charge and the drinks.  After her 
first sip of her drink, Emma patted Tim's hand.  "Let's go 
to the floor," she said.

They went to the dancing floor and swayed to the music.  
Tim knew he was a lousy dancer, not much better than a 
robotic puppet.  He also knew, from Emma's form, that she 
danced a lot.  The way she moved her arms, twisted her 
waist, and swayed her hips in her tiny garments, made her 
look very sexy.  They had a few dances before they took a 
break.  They returned to their table, and sipped their 
drinks.  The DJ switched to slow music.

Emma took Tim to the floor again.  She wrapped her arms 
around his neck and danced closely to him.  Before long, 
Emma was leaning against Tim and breathing at his neck.  
Tim started developing a nascent bulge as he felt Emma's 
breasts against his chest, and her thighs against his jeans.

"You're bad," Emma whispered in his ear, while sticking 
closer to his body.

Tim felt his face heating up.  He very rarely had a hard-on 
in public places.  But how was he going to control his 
involuntary physical reaction in such situation?  He 
struggled to respond to Emma's comment.  Or was it a tease?  

Tim knew it was a tease when she rubbed her body against 
his bulge.  He intuitively held her closer by moving his 
hands from her waist to her back.  His hands started 
sliding up and down her back.  It was the most stimulating 
dance he ever had.  Nearly all of Tim's previous intimate 
experiences happened in very private places.

"Do you feel tired?" Emma whispered in his ear after a few 
more songs.

"Do you?" Tim asked.

"Let's go," Emma said.  Then she held his hand and started 
walking out of the pub.

They kissed fervently in his car.  Tim was breathing pretty 
heavily as he took his car out of the parking lot.

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"I suppose you'll want a drink?" Emma asked Tim when his 
car was near her house.

"Yeah," Tim croaked.  His mouth was dry, and his bulge was 
obvious, especially with Emma's hand on his thigh.

The moment Emma closed the door behind them, she threw her 
arms around him and kissed him passionately again.  Their 
tongues danced together as she rubbed her body against his.  
Tim began groaning into her mouth.

Emma broke the kiss.  "My goodness," she said, breathing 
rapidly.  "You're prodding me very hard."  She smiled and 
leered at him, running her fingers over his bulge.

Tim smiled at her.  He knew he had lustful eyes.  

"Let me see just how bad you are," Emma said teasingly, as 
she unbuckled his jeans and unzipped his fly.  She reached 
inside his underwear to retrieve his hard rod.  She took a 
brief visual examination of his manhood and looked at his 
eyes.  "You're very, very bad," she whispered.

Before Tim could respond, Emma dropped to her knees and 
started licking his shaft.  She held the base of his cock 
in one hand, and pinched his balls with her other hand, all 
the while licking from the tip of his cock down on the 
underside.  She slowly moved her lips to his tip again, and 
gently engulfed it with her soft lips.  She began sucking 
his glans while licking his tip.  Tim began grunting.  She 
slowly took his shaft deeper into her mouth, and began 
bobbing her head, taking him deeper with every move.  

Tim couldn't last long.  He didn't know whether it was 
because he hadn't been inside a female for quite a while, 
or he was too nervous, or she was too good.  He spurted in 
her mouth as she massaged his throbbing cock with her lips 
and tongue.  She kept on, until nothing could come out from 
his deflating manhood.  She stood and went into the 
bathroom.  He slowly put his softened tool back into its 
confinement, and moved to the couch to sit down.

Emma came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.  She sat 
beside Tim.  "Are you leaving?" she asked him.

"Do you want me to leave?" Tim asked.

"Oh," Emma said, smiling, "Okay.  I thought you were, 
because you were supposed to have stripped yourself, 
instead of putting it back."  She giggled.

Tim smiled at her a little embarrassingly.  "I thought you 
were taking your clothes off in there," he said.

"Oh," Emma said, smiling playfully.  "Should I?  Or should 
you?"

Tim leaned towards her, put a hand on her exposed thigh, 
stroked gently, and asked, "Which would you prefer?"

Emma leaned toward him, kept her lips a few inches from him, 
and said,  "What if I don't want to take off my clothes?"

Tim kissed her softly, then sucked her tongue, stroked her 
thigh with one hand, and fondled her breast with another 
hand.  "I guess I'll have to persuade you, am I right?" he 
said after the kiss.

Emma parted her thighs a little so his hand could move 
inside her skirt.  "I don't suppose you're going to 
persuade with your lips, are you?"

"No, not unless you want me to," Tim said, as he started 
moving his hand inside her rather tight skirt.

"You're at the wrong place if you're going to pull my damn 
skirt off me," Emma said.  "Oh, but it feels good.  Oh, oh!  
Damn, you're a good  persuader.  I guess... Oh, I have to 
comply and do... Oh, it myself."  She reached her hands to 
her back and unzipped her skirt.  She raised her hips a 
little and continued, "Please give me a hand, will you?"

Tim moved his hand out from inside her denim skirt and 
slowly lowered it down to her feet.

"I'm getting a little tired with this position," Emma said.  
"So don't enjoy looking at my panties for too long."

Tim slowly slid her white lacy panties down her legs, while 
gulping. He then held her ass as she lowered herself into 
the couch, and glided his hands up her thighs.  He moved 
his head toward the brown bush between her thighs, and 
lapped her coarse hair and smooth skin with his tongue.  

"Oh, oh," Emma said.  "Oh, you're not... Oh, not... Oh, 
supposed... Oh, oh, go on.  Oh, yes."  She spread her legs 
wider to accommodate his face.

Tim moved his lips and tongue around her labia for a while 
before probing into her slit.  He teased her sensitive 
parts, and then replaced his tongue with his finger, and 
started licking another sensitive spot.  Emma responded by 
moaning, shivering, and jolting her hips.  She went wilder 
as he stimulated her from both inside and outside, 
engulfing her clit in his lips, fingering her tunnel, and 
stroking her thighs near her crotch.  She eventually gave 
in by slamming her crotch in his face as she came 
vigorously, arching her back, pushing his head at her groin, 
as he massaged his fingers inside her, stimulating her 
ecstatic convulsions.  

Tim licked and sucked her wetness as she began to calm down.  
He then got up to look at her face.  Emma was leaning 
against the back of the couch, panting and looking at him 
weakly.  Tim sat beside her and began stroking her face and 
shoulder.

"Oh, Tim," Emma said weakly.  "Nothing in the house has 
sound, not the radio, not the TV, not my stereo, not the 
talking Barbie doll.  What should I do?"

"I only know how to fix computers," Tim said, smiling.

"I guess I'm a computer," Emma said slowly.  "Actually, I'm 
a computerized robot.  I suppose you know how to fix me, 
don't you?"

Tim smiled.  He bent to kiss Emma while playing with her 
boobs.  He pulled her halter off her head when the kiss was 
over.  He adored her bra for a little, and then removed it.  
He adored her firm and tasty-looking breasts, while playing 
with them.  "How's that?" he asked.

Emma was breathing as fast as Tim was.  "No good," she said.  
"And it's unfair, you're still in your casual wear, instead 
of your working dress."

Tim smiled and paused his teasing.  He got up and slowly 
stripped himself in front of her, showing her his once 
again rigid manhood.  

Emma smiled at him.  She straightened a little, and reached 
her hand out to play with his hot rod.  "Do you want it 
again?" she said teasingly.

Tim slowly knelt between her thighs.  He looked at the 
pretty face in front of him.  "Do I need to run to the drug 
store now?" he asked.

"I hope you don't carry any diseases," she said.  "I forgot 
to put a condom in my mouth."

Tim chuckled.  "I didn't know it was possible," he said.

Emma giggled.  "Actually, I forgot to put one on for you," 
she said.  "I don't usually do without it, although I'm on 
pills.  I guess I made a big mistake trusting you, or was I 
too horny?"

"I suppose both," Tim said, while slowly moving himself 
toward her feet.  "I had my checkup for school not long ago, 
and I haven't had sex for quite a while."

"I could see that," Emma said, leering at him.  "But 
apparently you still remember how to fix a robot very 
well."  She then looked into his eyes, and instructed him, 
"Fuck me now."

Tim slowly moved his tip against her wet labia, rubbed them 
a little, and started pushing into her slit.  Emma slowly 
raised her hips to welcome the intrusion, and they sighed 
when their groins met.  They locked their eyes on each 
other while moving their hips together, feeling the 
sensations brought to them from the friction.  

Tim found her hips a little out of sync with his, and knew 
she was starting to look for a faster pace.  He caught up 
with her speed and groaned with her together.  A while 
later, he adjusted his speed to cope with hers again.  Not 
long later, they were slamming their groins at each other, 
grunting and moaning loudly.

Tim thrust harder and harder, and went into a frenzy as his 
balls told him it was about time.  He made a few last deep 
thrusts, and exploded inside her, just in time to feel her 
convulsions inside.  He looked at her face as he panted, 
and found her looking at him as well.  Her breasts were 
heaving as she breathed heavily.

After a long while of looking at each other, Emma asked, "I 
hope you won't mind washing a robot."

Tim smiled.  "Where should I wash the robot?" he said.

Emma smiled at him.  "Take me in your arms and I'll show 
you," she said.

Tim carried her in his arms and took her into her bathroom, 
inside her bedroom.  They shared a shower.

"Will you stay here tonight?" Emma asked Tim as they dried 
themselves with the bath towels.

Tim thought for a moment.  He was going to have breakfast 
with his friends the next morning.  He didn't know if she 
would want another round of exercise with him in the 
morning.  "I have to get up early tomorrow morning," he 
said.

Emma smiled at him.  "Okay," she said.  "I hope you didn't 
mind me asking."

"No, not at all," Tim said.  "In fact, I'm regretting."  He 
chuckled at himself.

Emma took a couple of deep breaths, and said.  "I broke up 
with my last boyfriend a few months ago.  Of course, I 
still get to have sex with other guys once in a while, but 
I never sleep overnight with them after the casual sex.  
Sometime I miss that, you know, not for the sex, but for 
the feeling."

"Okay," Tim said, smiling.  "I'll lend you a huggable teddy 
bear.  Do you have an alarm clock?"

"You bet," Emma said, smiling.  "What time do you need to 
get up?  I promise I won't harass you."

"Eight," Tim said, as Emma went for her alarm clock.

Tim climbed into her bed, and Emma snuggled up against him.  
They talked for a while in the darkness, and soon Tim felt 
asleep.

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Emma woke Tim up the next morning, right before the alarm 
clock buzzed.  She pressed the button to stop the alarm.  
"I'm a good alarm clock myself too," she said, smiling at 
him.  "Do you need something to eat before you go?"

"No, thanks," Tim said.  "You can stay in the bed.  I'll 
close the door when I go out."

"Okay, thanks," she said.  She paused and said, "I hope I 
get to see you again.  I mean, outside the school."

"Sure," Tim said.  He kissed Emma before going to the 
bathroom.  He kissed her again after using the bathroom, 
and left her house.

On his way to breakfast, Tim called his dad, telling him he 
would do the lawn later that day.

Jennie and her boyfriend, Jared, were already there when 
Tim arrived at the restaurant.  A minute later, Alan showed 
up.  He greeted Jennie, punched Tim on the shoulder, and 
was introduced to Jared.  They talked while waiting for the 
others.   A few minutes later, they saw Annie come in with 
a red-haired guy.  

"Hey, man," Alan greeted the guy, then turned to Annie.  
"Hey, Annie.  Long time no see!  Damn, no Wonder-bra?" he 
said teasingly.

Annie had a little blush on her face, she poked Alan's 
shoulder.  "You're always a dirty pig," she said in mock 
disgust.  She greeted the other people at the table.

"This is Manus," Annie told them.  Apparently, Alan was the 
only person who knew her boyfriend.  They greeted each 
other.

They began eating breakfast.  After a while, the group was 
split into two: Annie, Jennie and Jared were talking and 
laughing, while Alan, Tim, and Manus were talking about 
computers and games.

"Look, Tim," Manus said, "we're having a new game installed 
next week for public beta testing.  You interested?"

"I haven't signed up for any beta," Tim said.

"Alan's been assigned as the game coordinator at our 
center," Manus said.  "He can sign anyone in."

"What game?" Tim asked.

"Well, it's a mix of team strategy and adventure," Alan 
said.  "It's not the type of VR games you had played.  It's 
actually a game designed for testing the personal VR 
equipment prototypes."

"Oh," Tim said.  "That equipment won't hit the market in at 
least a year or so, right?"  He had read of hardware 
manufacturers joining hands with game developers to make 
personal virtual reality equipment, so people can play less 
complicated virtual reality games at home with their 
personal computers.  It looked like the game they were 
talking about was less complicated than those he had played 
before, as well.

"You're right, Tim," Alan said.  "They're in testing phase.  
That's why they made this game for public testing.  
Nevertheless, it's still a fun game.  I've seen the 
details."

"So," Manus said, "are you interested?"

"Sure," Tim said.  "The only problem is I don't have time."

"We can play during the staff hours in late nights," Manus 
said.  

"I can only spare Friday or Saturday nights," Tim said.

"That'll be fine," Manus said.  He turned to the rest of 
the group.  "Hey, are you folks interested?" he asked.  
Then he told them the details.

Jennie and Jared didn't seem interested at all.  In fact, 
they were preparing to leave, as their working hour was 
coming up.  They worked at the same department store.  They 
left their money on the table and left.

Annie wasn't very eager, but Manus managed to talk her into 
trying it.

Alan checked his time.  "I've got to go now," he said.  He 
tossed his money on the table.  "I'll call you up about the 
game," he told Tim.

Magus checked his time as well.  "Holy crap," he said.  
"Time always passes fast whenever I've got nice chats.  
I..."  He paused, looking at his girlfriend.  "Annie, I'm 
getting late, I..." he stuttered. 

"Don't worry," Annie said, with a little sullen expression 
on her face.  "You go to work.  I'll find my way home."

Magus had a very uneasy look on his face.  "I'm sorry, 
Annie," he said, and patted her hand.  

"I'll give her a ride," Tim offered.  "Don't worry."

"Thanks, Tim," Manus said.  "See you later."  He rose and 
went over to Annie.  "I'll call you later today," he said, 
then kissed her on the lips, and left with Alan.

"Guys always forget the time when it comes to computer 
games," Tim tried to sooth the upset girl.

"I know," Annie said.  "Don't worry."  She made up a smile.  
She gathered the money on the table and took the check.  
She stopped Tim when she saw him pulling his wallet out.  
"I told you I was going to pay for your part," she said, 
staring at Tim.

Annie paid the check at the cashier, and went out with Tim.  
She took a deep breath, stretching her arms in the sunshine.  
"Hmm, nice day," she said.  She turned to Tim, and said.  
"Where're you going?" 

"Taking you home," Tim said, and took a refreshing breath 
as well.

Annie thought for a moment.  "You know, I haven't been in a 
park in the morning for years," she said.  "I miss the old 
days."

Tim snickered.  "Me too," he said.  "Let's go."

Annie smiled at him.  "Thanks," she said.

"Nah," Tim said.  "I really miss the old days."

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Tim drove to a park near their high school, where in the 
old days they had sometimes gathered, for talks and ball 
games.  They walked along the path.

"I thought you were working today," Tim said.

"Not this week," Annie said, watching the kids romping in 
the playground.  She indicated the children playing.  
"They're just gorgeous."

"Well, stop your pills," Tim teased her.

Annie chuckled.  She glared at Tim and pretended to poke 
him.  "You're no better than Alan," she said.

"We're from the same planet," Tim said.  "What do you 
expect?"

Annie giggled.  "Well, you know how many siblings I have, 
don't you?" she said.

"Five," Tim said.

"I'm the youngest," Annie said.  "My mom had my eldest 
brother when she was my age.  Two years later, she was 
pregnant again when she divorced their lush father.  It was 
a hell of a tough time for her, and for my brothers, to 
live through those years..."  Her voice trailed off. 

"I can imagine," Tim said.  "It had to be tough."

"Anyway," Annie continued, "I'm the only kid in my family 
who has the privilege of going to college.  I treasure this.  
I'm not going to screw up the life of myself and my kids.  
I'm not going to have kids until I'm sure I'm doing fine, 
and have a responsible dad for my kids."

"You're on the right track," Tim said.  "I was just teasing 
you."

"I know that," Annie smiled at him.  "You're sweet.  Few 
guys will walk me in the park, much fewer if they know I 
have a boyfriend."

"Well, we're old friends," Tim said.  "Why do you think few 
guys will walk with you?"

"Well," Annie said.  "Don't tease me again.  You know I'm 
far from being a pretty girl.  I need a fancy veil, besides 
a Wonder-bra."

Tim laughed.  "Don't be silly," he said.  "You're not a 
very pretty girl, but you're sweet, and very, very female."

Annie gave him a bittersweet smile.  "You're damn sweet, 
Tim," she said.  "You know how to make my day, even by 
saying I'm not pretty."

Tim laughed again.  "Prettiness isn't everything," he said.

"It's not, but..." Annie said, and her face turned slightly 
pink.  "It gets you more chances."

"Probably," Tim said.  Visions of Emma came to his mind.  
She was pretty, and apparently she had tons of chances.  
She probably had grabbed nearly all her chances, or tried 
them out.

The children they were watching had left the playground.  
It was momentarily empty.  Annie looked at Tim.  "I haven't 
been on a swing for ages," she said.  "You mind acting as 
my dad for a moment?"

"Sure," Tim said.  "Let's play, kid."  He went behind the 
frame and pushed Annie as she swung in the air.

Annie played like a kid for a while.  When she saw some 
other kids coming over, she told Tim to catch her.  They 
stepped out of the playground and watched the kids playing. 
They had some talks and walks before they went home.


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Chapter 3
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Although it had become hot and the sunlight was bright, Tim 
decided to mow the lawn instead of waiting until the 
evening.  He was sweating like a pig when the job was done.  
He took a shower before joining his parents for lunch.  It 
was the first meal he had with them the entire week.

A little after lunch, Emma called Tim on his cell phone.  
They talked for a while before Emma asked if he had 
anything to do.  Tim didn't, so he accepted her suggestion, 
and went over to her house for a chat.

Tim chatted with Emma for a while after some hot sex in her 
bed.  They then went out for dinner.  They took a walk 
along the river after the dinner.  Emma was wearing a white 
camisole tank, and a skirt with a side seam slit.

"It's beautiful here," Emma said, watching at the river and 
the Main Street Bridge.  She turned to Tim.  "Do you come 
here often?"

"No," Tim said.  "As a matter of fact, it's been a long 
while since I was here last time.  Like two to three 
years."

"I've never been here," Emma said.  "Well, actually I had, 
when I was a kid, running and biking around.  But I've 
never walked here in the evening, enjoying the weather and 
the scenery."

"I guess it's because you're too pretty," Tim teased her.  
"Guys would prefer watching you."

Emma giggled.  "Oh yeah," she cooed, wrapping her hands 
around Tim's waist and pressing her breasts against his 
chest.  "And to show me how bad they are.  Like what you 
did.  Like what you're doing.  Am I right?"  She leered at 
him while pressing a leg in between his legs.

"Emma, we're in the public place," Tim whispered, as he 
struggled to control his instinctive bulge.

"But isn't it thrilling?" Emma whispered in his ear, while 
rubbing her hip against his bulge.  "Does it feel good?  Do 
you feel bad?"

"I... I don't know... I..." Tim stuttered.  His fingers on 
her back were gripping into her skin.

"Tell me what you want," Emma cooed.  "Do you want me to 
get on my knees, or would you prefer to throw me onto the 
ground, or would you rather just lift my skirt up?"

Tim started breathing heavily.  "You're going to make me 
explode, if you keep on talking like this," he panted.

"Oh," Emma said.  She licked his neck and continued.  
"Isn't it a torture?  You don't want to come in your pants, 
do you?  Why don't you simply tell me to get your baby out?  
Wouldn't you enjoy watching me bobbing my head in front of 
you?  Or are you so shy you'd rather I slip my hand 
inside?"  She lowered a hand down and ran her fingers along 
the outside of his thigh.

"Please, Emma," Tim pleaded while panting, "I like it, but 
you're killing me doing it here.  You know, the cops will 
send me to jail if they see what I'll do in a minute, if 
you keep on."

"Oh," Emma breathed, "what're you going to do in a minute?  
Or should I just wait to find out?"

"Emma, please, can we just leave here?" Tim panted.  He 
knew his face was red, and his cock was almost sticking out 
of his jeans.

"Well," Emma whispered, "you brought me here.  Do you think 
it's my fault?  And where are you taking me to?"

Tim took her hand and pulled her toward his car.  "Is your 
dad home?" he asked.

"Oh," Emma said, smiling at him.  "My home!  Bad boy!  
What're you going to do to me at my home?"

Tim opened the passenger side door of his car and pushed 
Emma inside.  He went over to the driver's side, got inside, 
and started the engine.  He looked at Emma.

Emma smiled slyly at him.  "I don't know, but he told me 
he'd be back Sunday evening.  Is it Sunday today?"  she 
said slowly.

"Damn it!" Tim thought to himself.  He didn't know where he 
could take her.  

Emma giggled when she saw his expression.  "Do you know 
Maplewood Park?" she asked.

Tim raced his car over to the park.  Emma told him where to 
park the car, and led him through the darkness into the 
scarce woods.  She turned around to look at him.  "Isn't it 
beautiful and silent here?"

"Undoubtedly," Tim said.  

Emma stepped closer to him.  "Hmm, I'm not sure if you're 
still bad, or if you've turned into a good boy," she said, 
and ran her fingers over his groin.  "My goodness, you're 
still very, very bad," she said in mock disbelief.

Tim held her in his arms and started kissing her, sucking 
her lips, licking her lips, and rubbing her ass.  Emma 
returned the kiss passionately, pressing her body against 
him, and stroking his back.

"I don't understand," Emma whispered when they broke the 
long kiss, "how come you're getting worse the longer you 
kiss me?"

"Heck," Tim said.  "I'd be bad with you even if I was 
neutered."

"Oh, really?" Emma whispered.  "Should I try it?  Or should 
I try something more rewarding first?"  She started 
stroking his hardness through the denim.  She continued, 
"Seriously, would you prefer to fuck me, or would you 
prefer me to blow you?"  

Before Tim could answer, Emma was talking again.  "Oh, no, 
no, no!  No way, I'm not going to blow you, Tim.  Isn't it 
a waste for you to come in my mouth?  Do you know how wet I 
am?  Oh, baby!  Get your damn hand in my skirt and feel 
me!"

Tim probed his hand inside her skirt through the side slit, 
and glided it over her groin.  Her panties were damp.  He 
knew he had a smaller damp spot on his own underwear.

"Oh, baby, don't just feel the dampness," Emma sighed.  
"Tell me what you want.  Tell me and do it.  Do you want to 
fuck me?"

"Yes," Tim breathed.  "I want to fuck you."

"Oh my goodness," Emma moaned, "then what the hell are you 
doing?  Why aren't you fucking me?"

Tim was glad he was in the park now.  If Emma had talked 
like this when they were at the river bank, he might 
actually have done it, out in the open.  He took Emma to a 
tree, so she could stand against it.  He reached his hands 
inside her skirt and pulled her panties down.  She stepped 
out of them, and as soon as Tim straightened up, she was 
unzipping him and taking his cock out.

Emma's eyes were sparkling.  "Oh goodness," she sighed, 
"it's big!  It's hot!  It's so fucking hard!  Tell me, Tim, 
are you going to use it to fuck me?"

Tim didn't answer.  Instead, he lifted her skirt up and 
allowed her to guide him toward her pussy.  Emma put a hand 
on his shoulder, raising a leg to his hip, and brought his 
manhood up to her wet pussy.  They groaned together as he 
began pushing inside her.  She held herself to him by 
wrapping both arms around his neck.  She raised her other 
leg, and wrapped both legs above his hips.

Tim kept on pounding his hips into hers, thrusting with 
brute force inside her wet pussy.  "Oh no!  Oh yeah!  Oh 
goodness!  Pound me!" Emma moaned, as she moved to his pace.  
"Deeper!  Harder!  Hard..."

Tim lowered his hands, grabbing and cupping her ass cheeks 
while holding her in place.  He shuffled faster and harder.  
His eyes were lustful, and so were his groans.  "I want to 
fuck you harder," he groaned.  "I'm going to fuck your 
brains out!  I'm going to...  Fuck... I... Fuck!"

Emma was also moving fervently and slamming her groin into 
his.  "Yeah!  Fuck my... Oh! Fuck my brains out!" she 
moaned, "Fuck! Yeah! Fuck harder! Oh mine!  Fuck!  Fuck... 
Me... Ah! Come... Hard... Oh!"

"Yeah, I'm... I... Gonna... Oh," Tim groaned, breathing 
faster and faster as he thrust harder and harder.  "Fuck... 
You... Come..."  

"Yeah! Baby, make... Make, Oh, no!  Make... Oh yeah! Make 
me... Oh... Come..." Emma moaned through her gnashing teeth, 
panting more and more rapidly. "Come! Baby!  One more!  Oh! 
One more! Ack!"  Her body started shuddering; her pussy 
began gripping his cock in random and rapid pulses.  

Tim pounded harder, thrust deeper in her pulsating pussy, 
and tugged his fingers deeper into her ass.  His balls were 
tightening.  He moved his hips faster, shoveling as deep as 
he could inside her, and shot his load into her.

They stayed motionless for a long time after their orgasms.  
His hands were painfully sore from trying to hold her up.  

"Wow!  What a fuck!" Emma finally said, still wrapped 
around him.  "Holy Timmy!  You're such a fuck!"

"Yeah, what a fuck!" Tim said, still panting.

They got back into Tim's car when they had recovered.  Tim 
drove her home, kissed her goodnight, and went home.

"What a fuck!" he muttered to himself while taking his 
shower.  

He went to bed right after the shower.  He was pretty much 
wasted, with all the sex with Emma over the weekend.  He 
hadn't had that much sex in such a short period for a long 
time.  He also knew the sex he had with Emma so far was 
lust, not love, for both sides.  In fact, he still didn't 
know her last name.  He didn't know if he could consider 
her as his girlfriend.  He knew when the course was over, 
she would very likely disappear.  He didn't know what else, 
other than sex, that he could offer her.  Nevertheless, it 
was a good thing to have sex before bed.  He fell asleep 
very fast.

-----------------------------------------------------

Tim's jobs on Monday were slightly better.  He was a little 
early for his class, the first time since school started.  
He saw Emma coming into the lecture room as soon as he was 
seated.  She blew him a kiss as she passed him, and took 
her seat behind him.  She then tapped his shoulder.  

"Hi, Tim," Emma said with a naughty smile.  "How bad are 
you today?"

"Hi, Emma," Tim said in a low voice.  "I guess I have to be 
good in class." 

Emma giggled, and stopped teasing Tim when she saw the 
lecturer coming in.

After class, they walked to the parking lot together.  "So, 
are you still behaving?" Emma asked.

"I guess so," Tim said.  "It'll be almost one in the 
morning when I finish the readings.  I don't understand why 
we have to read those damn articles, and not sex stories."

Emma laughed.  "Well," she said as she glanced at Tim,  "I 
suppose, better yet, having sex.  Am I correct?"

Tim laughed too.  "That's for sure," he said.

"So, you're waiting for your non-girlfriend passenger 
again?" Emma asked when they were at the parking lot 
entrance.

"Yeah," Tim said.

"Okay," Emma said, then wrapped her arms around Tim and 
kissed him.

They broke their kiss when they heard footsteps.  Tim 
turned around and saw Annie stopped about ten feet from 
them.  She was apparently considering if she should come 
closer.

"Hi, Annie," Tim said embarrassingly.  "This is Emma."  He 
turned to Emma and said, "This is Annie."

"Hello, Annie," Emma greeted Annie, who was coming over.

"Hi, Emma," Annie said.  "Nice meeting you."  She looked a 
little uneasy.

"Let's go," Tim suggested.  

The three of them walked into the parking lot.  Tim saw 
Emma's sports coupe across the driveway from his car.  Emma 
gave Tim another passionate kiss before waving goodnight to 
them, and got into her car.

Tim and Annie got into his car, and followed Emma's car out 
of the parking lot.

"Wow," Annie said, giggling, "you're fast.  I don't suppose 
you're going to tell me she's just a classmate, are you?"

"Well," Tim said, chuckling, "would you believe it if I 
told you so?"

"Yeah," Annie said, smiling, "like if I were a three year 
old kid."

Tim smiled at her and continued with the drive.

"She's pretty," Annie said.  "Like a Barbie doll."

"Yeah," Tim said.  He didn't know what else to say.

"Told you," Annie said.  "Girls have got to be pretty."

"No," Tim said.  "Girls have to be female."

"Would you have been with her if she weren't so pretty?" 
Annie said.

"I don't know," Tim said.  "It was pure chance."

Annie giggled.  "Pure chance, huh?" she said.  "Why can't 
guys talk and act the same way?"

"I do," Tim said.  "It was pure chance."

"You like her, don't you?" Annie asked.  "You're drawn to 
her, aren't you?"

Tim thought for a moment.  "I honestly don't know," Tim 
said.  "I think I'll know when the class is over."

"When you're getting tired of her?"

"No," Tim said.  "Time will tell."

"Oh well," Annie said, smiling.  "Whatever."

They remained silent for a while.  Then Annie spoke up 
again.

"I think it will be better if I take the bus," She said.  
"I don't want to get in between she and you.  I mean, girls 
are always possessive, and she may want to have more time 
with you after classes."

"No," Tim said.  "We are friends.  Giving you a ride is 
nothing.  If this can jeopardize a relationship, it's not 
going to last anyway.  Also, I can't afford the time after 
class.  By the time I finish the readings, it's too late 
for anything besides a good night's sleep."

Annie thought for a while.  "All right," she said.  "But 
since we're friends, let me know if you need the time after 
class.  I won't get hurt.  Okay?"

"Okay," Tim said.

-----------------------------------------------------

Tim's work on the next day was mostly with business clients. 
The last job he had for the day was to fix a computer at a 
local medical supplies distributor.  The computer was still 
under warranty, and they were handling the service for the 
manufacturer.  When he arrived there, it was already a 
little after five.  He hoped the job wasn't going to take a 
lot of time, or he would be late for his class.

There was only a few staff members still in the office.  A 
woman on her way out told Tim which computer it was.  He 
was surprised to see Susan's sister there.  

"Hi, Sharon," he greeted her, and went over to the 
problematic computer, which was unmanned at the moment.

"Hi," Susan's sister said in a plain tone, as she packed 
some samples in a box.

Another woman had just shut down her computer, took her 
handbag out, and prepared to leave.  "Sherry, can you stay 
behind until the computer is fixed?" she asked the young 
girl.

"Okay," Sherry said.  "Bye, Palmira."  She waved to the 
woman as she walked out.

Tim turned to Sherry.  "I'm sorry, Sherry," he said.  "I 
have some problems with names."

"It's okay," Sherry said, as she continued with her work.

Tim worked on the computer for a while and found the 
problem.  "The hard disk is dead," he announced. "I hope 
there's nothing important stored in it."

Sherry turned around and looked at him.  "What should we 
do?" she asked.

"I've got a new hard disk in my car," he said.  "I can 
replace it, but you have to sign a paper saying it's done 
at your request.  It's some kind of formality, protecting 
us from being sued for data lost."  He smiled at Sherry.

"I've to check with my boss," Sherry said.  She went into a 
room on the other side of the office.  She came out in a 
few moments.  "Okay.  My boss will sign it," she said.  
"Our data is stored in another computer dedicated as 
server."

"I'll go get the replacement hard disk," Tim said.  "I'll 
be right back."

When Tim returned with his replacement hard disk, Sherry 
was the only person in the office.  She took the indemnity 
disclaimer form, and had it signed by her boss.  Tim 
installed the hardware, and used the manufacturer's CD-ROM 
to backup factory installed software into the computer.  

A middle-aged man came out of the boss's room. He watched 
Tim work for a minute, then talked to the girl.  "Sherry, 
I've got to go now.  You're staying until the computer is 
fixed, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Méficado," Sherry said.  "I'm staying."

"Okay.  Bye, Sherry," the boss said, and left.

Tim watched the screen and checked the time occasionally.  
He was still doing fine with his time.

"How long will it take?" Sherry asked.  It seemed she had 
already finished her work.

"Hard to tell.  About fifteen minutes if everything's 
smooth," Tim said.  "But the network software could be 
tricky.  Are you in a hurry?"  He had been in this office 
before, and knew they used a simple peer-to-peer network 
system.  His company wouldn't send him to an office with a 
more sophisticated network system, unless the clients had 
system administrators.

"No," Sherry said.  "Just wondering."

"Are you new here?" Tim said.  "I've been here before, and 
didn't see you."

"Summer job," Sherry said.

"Oh," Tim said.  "Are you in high school or college?"

"I'm going to UR in September," she said.

"Scholarship or loans?" Tim asked.  University of Rochester 
was a private university, and tuition alone was more than 
$28,000 a year.  Tim knew Sherry's family couldn't afford 
the costs.  Susan was going there, but she was financially 
supported by her fiancé.  

"Scholarships, grants, student loans, and part-time work," 
Sherry said.  She looked at Tim, and it seemed she could 
read his mind.  "Nothing from Bob," she added.

Tim laughed lightly.  "You read my mind?" he said.

Sherry smiled at him but didn't answer.  It was the first 
time Tim saw her smile since their acquaintance.  She was 
unlike her sister Susan in this respect.  Susan was an 
affable person, and very easy to talk to, but Sherry seemed 
to be a lot more reticent.

Tim thought for a moment.  "I wouldn't ask Bob either, if I 
were you," he said.

"What if he offered?" Sherry said.

Tim thought it over again.  "No," he said.

Sherry smiled at him again.

Tim heard a beep from the computer.  The software copying 
was completed.  He replaced the CD-ROM and began working on 
the network configuration.  

Sherry came over and watched from behind Tim.

Tim was glad the configuration went smoothly.  He did some 
testing, and then put the computer casing back.  He turned 
to Sherry.  "Is there any additional software you want me 
to install?" 

Sherry hesitated briefly.  "I actually don't know what they 
use on this computer.  If something goes wrong, can we call 
you in again?" she said.

"Of course," Tim said.  "In fact, if you tell Sue you have 
a problem, all our technicians will be here right away.  Do 
you know Bob's the cousin of our boss?"

Sherry giggled.  "No," she said.  "I know Philip operates a 
service center, but didn't know he serviced this company."  
She paused briefly, and continued, "Even if I knew, I 
wouldn't.  It's not my job, and I shouldn't trespass."

Tim got his service report out and handed it to Sherry.  
"You will sign this thing, won't you?" he said.

"I'll sign but will deny all responsibilities," Sherry said 
with a tiny smile, as she signed the report and returned it 
to Tim.

"Are you going home?" Tim asked as he was packing his stuff.

"Yeah," Sherry said as she went to her desk and got her bag.  
"Are you going back to your workplace?"

"No, I'm going to school," Tim said.  He glanced at his 
watch.  It wasn't too bad.  He shouldn't be late for class.  

"Which school are you going to?" she asked.

"Monroe Community College," Tim said.

Sherry locked the door when they were outside the office.  
"Bye, Tim," she said, waving her hand to him, and headed 
towards the front entrance.

Tim was halfway to the parking lot exit.  "You're not 
driving?" he asked.

"No," Sherry said.  "I'm taking the bus."

Tim searched in his mind for a moment before he could 
remember where Susan used to live.  It wouldn't take him 
much time if he gave Sherry a ride.  "I can give you a 
ride," he offered.  "If I remember correctly, your home 
should be kind of on my way."

Sherry thought for a while.  "Thanks.  I'll take the bus," 
she said.

"I don't bite," Tim said.

"I know you don't," Sherry said.

"So?"

Sherry thought for another moment.  "Okay, thanks," she 
accepted Tim's offer.

"What are you going to study?" Tim asked on the way.

"Pre-Med," she said.  "And you?"

"General stuff," Tim said.  "I've just started.  It's tough 
working full time and go to school.  I'm not sure if I can 
make it through."

"You will, if you have the determination," Sherry said.  
"You just have to devote."

Tim mulled over her words for a moment.  "How old are you?" 
he asked.

"Seventeen," she said.  "And you?"

"Nineteen," Tim said.  "Med school is going to be tough."

"Life is tough," Sherry said.

Tim turned around to look at Sherry.  She was looking 
straight ahead.  "You don't talk like other girls your 
age," he said.

Sherry didn't answer.  She turned to smile at Tim briefly, 
and returned to watch the traffic.

They didn't talk much during the rest of the drive.  Sherry 
gave Tim another smile as she thanked him for the drive.  
She then bade him goodbye, and went into her house. 

-----------------------------------------------------

At school, during the break, Emma asked Tim about his 
passenger.  Tim told her the story.

"She has a boyfriend," Tim said.  "He works at a gaming 
center during the summer, and can't pick her up."

"Oh, I see," Emma said.  "Well, does it matter if she has a 
boyfriend or not?"  She gave him a naughty look.

Tim thought briefly.  "I don't have a lot of friends," he 
said.  "I don't like the idea of screwing up a friendship."

"I was just kidding," Emma said, smiling at Tim.  "I don't 
have a lot of friends, either.  All of mine are female 
friends.  I'm glad I'm not gay."  She giggled.

Tim laughed with Emma as they went back to the lecture room.

After class, Emma waited until Annie showed up, and talked 
briefly with her, before giving Tim a hot kiss and leaving.

"I really think you should give her more time," Annie said 
in Tim's car on the way back.

"I can't afford it," Tim said.

"What about you guys do the readings together?" Annie said.

"Reading together?" Tim said.  "You've got to be kidding." 

"Why not?"

"Well," Tim said, a little hesitantly. "It gets hot 
easily."

Annie giggled.  "I see," she said.  "I don't suppose you'll 
be doing the second summer term, then."

"I will," Tim said.  "She goes to Albany, and comes home 
for the summer and takes one course here."

Annie thought for a moment.  "Now I understand why you said 
you'll see when the course ends," she said.  "I wouldn't 
feel comfortable in your situation." 

"I don't want to screw up the course for her and myself," 
Tim said.  "I know she understands it, too."

"Whatever," Annie said.  "Just remember, I can take the bus 
with no problem."

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The week went by in similar fashion.  Tim worked on his job 
assignments during the day; went to his class in the 
evening; talked and flirted with Emma; got a passionate 
kiss from Emma as Annie watched; drove Annie back home; ate 
his meal; and finished his readings.

Tim got a call from Alan on Thursday, asking if he could 
make the game at one o'clock on Sunday morning.  Tim agreed, 
but considered himself insane afterward.  Playing games 
from night to dawn wasn't his style anymore.

That evening, Emma asked Tim what was he going to do on 
Saturday.  Tim had no plans yet.

"Why don't you show me how good you swim?" she said.

"I can't swim," Tim said.

"Oh," Emma said.  "A bad boy who can't swim.  How about if 
I teach you how to swim, and you buy me dinner as a 
reward?"

"Sounds good," Tim said.  "I'll go buy a swimsuit 
tomorrow."

Emma glanced at his crotch.  "Oh," she said.  "A bad boy 
without a swimming suit.  Why don't I buy you one?" 

"No," Tim said.  "I'll buy it."  

Emma giggled.  "You don't trust my taste, huh?" she asked.

"I trust your taste," Tim said.  "But I suppose you'd 
prefer seeing my bad boy in private, instead of sticking 
out in the pool."

Emma giggled again.  "Actually," she said.  "I'd love to 
see it in public.  I'm buying it for you.  No argument is 
allowed."

Tim sighed.  "Okay," he said.  "Should I give you the money 
first?"

"I'm not sure how much I'm going to spend yet," she said.  
"As long as you'll pay me back."

"Of course I will," Tim said.  He hoped swimwear wasn't 
something that could be very expensive.

-----------------------------------------------------

Tim picked Emma up at eight on Saturday morning.  She 
hadn't given him his swimwear yet.  She passed him a small 
bag and a receipt.  He took a brief look.  It was a tiny 
garment, which was what he had expected.  He knew she was 
going to buy something tiny, like most of the clothes she 
wore herself.

Emma told him to drive to a country club not far away from 
her home.  Her dad was a member, and she had a family 
membership card.  She paid for the guest pass, and they 
went inside.  

Tim almost had to use some tape to prevent his pubic hair 
from peeking out of his new black swimming brief.  He'd 
rather wear a different style, like some trunk type 
swimwear, as he was neither a muscular kind of guy, nor a 
proficient swimmer.

On the other hand, Emma looked very attractive in her 
bathing suit.  She was wearing a light pink python triangle 
top, and a Brazilian bottom bikini.  Although Tim had seen 
her naked body a few times before, he still felt a little 
uneasy inside his swimwear.  Emma turned slowly in front of 
him to let him see better.

"How do I look?" she asked softly, while eying him in his 
new outfit.

"You're very pretty and attractive," Tim said.

"Are you being honest?" she said, with a sly smile.

"Yeah, honest," he said.

"If I look attractive to you," she said, teasingly, "why 
aren't you being bad?"

"I can't," Tim said, trying to look elsewhere.  "It will 
stick out."

"Oh," Emma said.  "And I don't get to see it?"

"I promise I'll be bad for you," Tim said.  "Just not here, 
please."

"Oh well," Emma said.  "Will you promise I'll get whatever 
I want?"

"Yeah, please," Tim said.

"All right," Emma said, with sparks in her eyes.  "Step 
over here.  Yeah, at the edge.  I need to show you..."

As Tim stepped closer to the pool, Emma pushed him into the 
water.  His semi-hardness immediately turned into limpness.  
He waved his limbs in the water, struggling as he began 
inhaling water while trying to breathe.

He was grabbed by Emma in the water, and pulled over to the 
edge.  He saw naughty sparkles in her eyes.  "How's that?" 
she said, giggling.  "Still sticking out?" 

"Hell," Tim panted, "I think it's gone, like neutered."

Emma giggled again.  "Okay, before we get caught by the 
guards, let's get back to the shallow side," she said.  
"Just hang on to the edge and move." 

Tim struggled to the shallow end of the pool, with Emma 
following behind him.  She then started showing him the 
basics of swimming, playing in the water with him, and 
teasing him.  Tim couldn't decide whether it was fun, 
tormenting, or intimidating.  He had to wait a while in the 
water for his bulge to subside, before he could get into 
the changing room after the swim.

Tim paid her back for the swimwear when they came out of 
the changing room and were back in their street clothes. 
"So what now?" Emma asked.
 
"What do you have in mind?" Tim said.

"Well," Emma said.  "Lunch is a little early; dinner is too 
early; and dancing is too early.  Why don't you show me 
your computer?"

Tim couldn't remember if his parents were working.  Both of 
them had rotating days off.  He called his home phone and 
nobody answered.  He took Emma home.

Naturally, Emma wasn't interested in his computer.  She 
fucked Tim in his bed, and fucked him again in the kitchen 
after eating sandwiches he made from stuff in the fridge.  

"We can still make it again before dinner," Emma said after 
the passion.

"I may need a nap," Tim said.  "I have to stay up tonight."

"Who're you going to fuck tonight?" Emma teased him.

"No," Tim said.  "How the heck can I function after being 
bad with you?"  He told her the story.

"Oh," Emma said.  "Virtual reality.  How virtual and how 
real are these games?  Do you come in the game?"

Tim laughed.  He recalled his accidental incident he had 
with his step-sister two years before.  He didn't know if 
anything similar still happened.  Alan told him he had not 
heard of any intimate stories, but who would tell if it 
wasn't supposed to be normal.  "It's kind of real, but of 
course not really real," he said.  "Actually, I have no 
clue about the game I'm going to play tonight."

Emma thought for a while.  "Do you think I can join?" she 
asked.  "You know, thinking of you screwing other girls, or 
even worse, other guys, in a game makes me feel bad."

Tim called Alan, who said it wouldn't be a problem.  In 
fact, they were worrying about it, as both his date and 
Annie couldn't come for that session, and they needed an 
even number of participants for a game.  They concluded 
that Alan would team up with Manus, against Tim's pair.

Tim and Emma left his house after a short nap.  They then 
went out for dinner.  After that they went to a coffee shop 
and chatted until it was time for their game.


... to be continued
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