Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) (2 page)

I looked up from picking at my cuticles and found Kate slumped down on the couch, legs spread apart, staring at me.  She was running the tip of her middle finger up and down the crotch of her little white boy shorts, her free hand resting on her inner thigh, her breasts squeezed together between her arms under the bundle of white lace.

“What did you do when you found them?” she asked.

“I joined
in,” I said.

“Really?”

“I didn’t know what to do.  I was jealous, angry, hurt.  Ellen—her body is perfect . . . like yours . . . and she gave me that look.  I don’t know.  I wanted to claw her eyes out.  At the same time, I wanted Ted to want me more than he wanted her.”

Kate put her feet on the floor and slumped down on her knees.  She proceeded to crawl across the floor slowly towards me.

“You think I’m pretty?” she asked.

“Yes.”  As she drew closer I felt
warmth growing between my legs.  Whatever chemical the wine was spiked with rushed through my body, making me feel tingly, sensitive.  My arms and legs had goose bumps.

Kate reached the couch and lay down on the floor below me.  "Do you feel good?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Are you sad about your husband?"

"Not right now."

With both hands she played with the seam of her boy shorts, then ran her hands up her abdomen, then to her chest, drawing up her top until her perky breasts popped out.  She had pierced nipples, both bejeweled with diamonds, and they sparkled in the soft yellow lamplight.  Kate cupped her breast with her left hand and ran her right hand back down her stomach.  She spread her legs wide and began to rub her clit slowly.  She let out a slight moan, closed her eyes.

"Tell me more," she whispered.

I became overwhelmed with the desire to touch myself.  It was scary.  I still felt awkward, but the feeling was distant
—more like I knew I should feel awkward, that these were insane circumstances, that people don't normally behave this way.

Kate's eyes were closed, so I snuck my hand under my skirt and pulled my panties to the side so my pussy was exposed.  I slid my middle finger inside, surprised to find myself extremely warm and wet, and then used the lubricated finger to massage my clit.  The sensation was tremendous.  Like I was scratching an itch I'd lived with for years.  My nipples ached and before I realized I was doing so, I'd slipped a hand down into my bra and pinched my right nipple.

I closed my eyes and began to recount the threesome I had with my husband and the young neighbor girl named Ellen.

"I took my clothes off.  My husband didn't know I was there yet, but the girl . . . she watched me.  I came up to the foot of the bed and leaned over and kissed him.  He was alarmed at first, but since I was naked I guess he thought he'd gotten away with the affair.  We made eye contact for a moment.  Then he smiled.  I hated him in that moment.  But I was so jealous.  Ellen was riding him harder and harder.  I stuck my tongue in his mouth and licked his tongue.  Then I felt Ellen's cheek touching mine.  She was trying to nuzzle her way in, so I grabbed her by the hair and started kissing her.  My heart ached, but I enjoyed kissing her.  She had soft lips.  Her breath was sweet.  I've always liked girls.  I kinda got lost in the moment.  My husband reached back and started massaging me between the legs.  We stayed that way for a while.  Then I crawled up on the bed and straddled his face and he stuck his tongue inside me.  He has a strong tongue
—he can really force it in you.  I pushed Ellen back so she had to put her hands on Ted's shins to hold herself up.  I kissed her stomach, then moved down and ran my lips up and down her pussy.  It was smooth and hairless and the slit was bright pink.  I licked her, then the shaft of my husband's dick.  He was licking me harder and he started breathing fast.  I knew he was close to coming, so—"

"Stop," Kate said.

I opened my eyes to find her climbing to her feet.  She'd pulled her boy shorts down to her knees and had been fingering herself, but now she pulled them back up.  I fixed my panties, embarrassed but close to an orgasm myself.  Kate reached down and took my wet hand.  I stood.

"No coming," she said.  "Not yet."

She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me.  I felt her hand going between my legs, putting pressure on my clit.

"I think . . . I'm going to come," I moaned, trying to slip my fingers in her shorts, but she scooted her butt back and then pulled away completely, kissing me firmly on the lips one last time.  She smiled and turned around, leading me to the door, hopping a little as she walked.

She used the key on her bracelet to unlock the door.  Then she picked up the small black case and we stepped into a dark hallway, lit only by tiny blue LEDs in the baseboards.  It was a long corridor carpeted with sheepskin.  At the far end was another door.

"So how did you hear about us?" Kate asked as we walked.

It took me a moment to process the question.  I was so turned on the very movement of my hips generated pleasure.  I had to stop before an orgasm brought me to my knees.

"How did I hear about you," I repeated. 
"I started snooping around in Ted's things to find more evidence that he'd been cheating on me.  Ellen started appearing on a daily basis, and we all started fucking constantly.  Sometimes the three of us, sometimes just Ellen and me—and I know they have sex when I'm not home.  But I'm beginning to suspect Ellen isn't the only one—and I think she knows, too.  I hear them fighting sometimes.  This has been going on for three months.  One day I come home and they're in the shower together.  I find a little black book in Ted's pants pocket, and the only thing in it is a business card.  This place, Your Favorite Girl, Incorporated, with an address and phone number.  I thought it was an escort service, but I called just to be sure.  Someone answered with one of those voice distortion things and he said—"

"So, Ted, you've finally decided to make an appointment," Kate finished.  "That was me."

We reached the door, which had a digital panel above the knob with a small blue screen.

"So you know my husband?"

"Not personally," Kate said.  "I was his Selection Guide.  When he first called, I took his information—name, date of birth, social security number, account and routing number to his bank.  We're a very private company.  We're also very expensive.  We do criminal background checks, credit checks, personal references from past or current customers, financial assessments.  You were a strange case, being the wife of a potential client.  The executives held a roundtable meeting to decide whether or not to invite you here today."

"But . . . I still don't know what this place is," I said.

Kate smiled.  "Brace yourself.  It's time to find out."

She pressed her thumb on the blue screen and a red light on the panel turned green.  She opened the door and we stepped through into another hallway, this one curved and running to the right and left.

When the door closed behind us, we stood there in the darkness, barefoot on the sheepskin carpet.  To the left, soft green light emanated from just around the bend; to the right, a warm golden glow, like early evening sunshine.

"Your Favorite Girl, Incorporated is an underground company dedicated to producing objects of sexual delight the likes of which no man or woman has ever experienced," Kate said, sounding like she was reading from a script but with sincerity in her voice at the same time.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"We create girls," she said.  "Pure sexual beings."

"How?"

"Well, for starters, our girls are genetically engineered for sexual functionality and appeal, aesthetic beauty, and a heightened libido.  For example, each one is capable of unending multiple orgasms.  In fact, they exist at the brink of orgasm every waking moment.  They want nothing but to be touched, kissed, and penetrated.  The feeling never dissipates, never weakens.  They exist in bliss and they deliver bliss to their partner.  Come, let me show you our first Selection: Flora Girl."

We started down the right side of the hallway, towards the golden light, which, I discovered, came from a plate glass window about six feet wide and eight feet tall about knee-high off the ground, like a window display in a department store.

When we reached it, I stopped dead in my tracks.  Inside was a breathtaking sight.

It was a young girl, no more than eighteen years old—or made to look that way—lying naked in a bed of grass and clover and wrapped in flowery vines.  Her arms stretched out behind her head and were tied at the wrists with leather straps also wrapped in vines.  She had perfect honey-colored skin, round, perky breasts, and flowing brownish blonde hair freshly curled and decorated with daisies.  Her legs were spread apart and wrapped in more vines, giving the illusion that the vines had forced them open, and a bundle of white and yellow flowers partially obstructed two smooth, narrow labial lips, from which her pink clit barely budded.  The tiny vaginal opening dilated slightly, pulsing as if with her heartbeat, and a single bead of glistening juice bubbled out, hanging like dew on a flower.  I stared at that tiny bead, hoping it wouldn't spill.

It d
idn't.

"She's beautiful," I said, watching her smooth midriff rise and fall with her breathing, her sharp hip bones.  My focus was drawn up to her supple face.  Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open.  She seemed to be moaning softly, maybe imagining the heat and pressure of penetration, begging for it in her clouded mind.  "She's so erotic . . . so perfect.  I want to touch her."

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Kate said.  "One of our guarantees is that our girls have never been touched by human hands.  Our doctors, trainers, hygienists—they all wear thick leather gloves when working with each product.  Our girls are pure, virginal.  However, we do want our customers to know exactly what they're getting."

She used the key on her wrist to unlock the black case.  Inside were several devices fitted into foam lining, most of them dildos and vibrators of varying types and sizes.  I also noticed a jointed wand folded three times over with a cluster of feathers at the tip.  In the bottom left corner was a small, unlabeled pill bottle.

Kate selected a medium-sized translucent dildo that flopped in her hand like a partially erect penis.  Then she pressed her thumb to a digital screen on the wall and with a mechanical gush of air the window opened from the top and sank completely into the wall below.

Flora Girl opened her eyes and looked up at us.  Her lips quivered and her breathing grew deeper.  She raised her pelvis and began to hump the air slowly, rhythmically, curling her toes into the grass.  Her movements were fluid, timed, graceful, as if this were a mating dance mastered over generations.

I realized now why she was called Flora Girl.  The smell emitting from her pussy was that of honeysuckle, though more fragrant.  I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings apart from the ache of sexual desire.  Feelings of warmth and nostalgia.  Happiness.  My vision clouded for a moment until I wiped away the tears.

"
The fragrance . . . another of Brian's inventions," Kate said.  "Isn't it remarkable?"  She, too, was close to tears.

"It feels like being in love," I said.

"That's why most customers never see our other Selections.  They can't walk away from Flora Girl."

"There's more than one of her?"

"Yes, we have around thirty Floras in various stages of development."

Kate stepped forward and touched Flora Girl's kneecap with the dildo.  Flora Girl instantly responded with a strong exhale of breath and I could actually see her nipples hardening and expanding.  Her entire body trembled as Kate ran the dildo slowly up her inner thigh.  She began to pant, whimper.  Then she started whispering,
"Please . . . please . . . please . . ."
  I was surprised to learn she could talk.

Kate rested the tip of the dildo in the crook between Flora Girl's thigh and labia.  She applied a slight amount of pressure and held it there.  Flora Girl moaned in rhythm, getting louder and louder, and finally her body lurched upward and she cried out with orgasmic ecstasy, the vines tightening arou
nd her smooth honey skin.  She cried out again, louder this time, heaving her pelvis and trying to work the dildo an inch to the left.

"The chemical you ingested back in the prep room, in the wine?  The girls' brains produce high concentrations of it and excrete it in their sweat, saliva, and vaginal fluid.  We feed them a liquid formula of necessary nutrients, vitamins, proteins, and a secret cocktail of chemical compounds which allow the girls to produce the Libido Drug, as we call it."

Kate removed the dildo and pressed a button on the panel to make the window close, muting Flora Girl's tormented moans.

"So when you actually fuck one of them," Kate said, "your body absorbs much more of the chemical than you and I did when we drank the wine.  The pleasure you're experiencing now is nothing compared to what you'll feel by just kissing one of these girls."

She held the dildo up to my face, and I noticed its tip was wet.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Please," Kate said.

I put my hand over Kate's and licked the juice off the dildo.  Pleasure rippled through my body instantly.  It was the sweetest taste I'd ever experienced, and I had a mind-numbing orgasm right then and there, staggering and finally collapsing to the floor.  My mind went into a frenzy.  I ripped my panties aside and feverishly began to finger myself with two fingers.  I climaxed again, then a third time.  A fourth.