SexGames Ch. 01

I realized that I could see places that I had never been to and do things I'd never be able to do in real life. The device was a portal into a whole new world, virtual or not. The Taylor Swift that I played tennis with seemed to be flesh and bone, not a computer simulation. My mind seemed to be having an internal struggle. I knew what I had experienced was not reality but at the same time, every sense in my body said it was all quite real. I understood why my uncle thought this technology could be so dangerous. It blurred the lines and blended fantasy with reality.

When first prompted with the, "What do you want to do?" question it was easy to answer. I typed in the first crazy thing that I thought of and it actually appeared before my eyes. I was expecting a computer game, or what I'd thought of as a virtual reality. I was not prepared for the reality that I had in the virtual world. What did I want to do next? What did I want to try? How could I best put this amazing piece of technology to use?

The simple prompt was taunting me from the computer screen.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?

I sat there and contemplated the device's power. I decided to try the old computer game standard and typed the word "help" into the terminal.

"How may I help you?" the machine replied, both in text form and as a female voice coming from a speaker overhead.

"Can you hear me?" I asked.

"I can," the machine answered.

"What commands do you understand?"

"I understand all commands in a variety of languages," the machine replied.

"But, what are the limitations of this program?"

"There are none. My software's design allows me to learn what you desire and provide it for you," the machine said.

"I can do anything?" I asked.

"Yes," the machine answered. "You can input any set of parameters and I will do my best to create what you desire."

"Fuck," I groaned in amazement.

"Who would you like to fuck?" the machine replied.

"That's not," I started to say and then stopped myself. The image of young Mikayla, with her perfect body in that little red bikini, came to mind. "I'd like to fuck Mikayla," I said as I felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through my system.

"More data necessary, which Mikayla would you like to fuck?"

"Mikayla Price, my daughter's friend," I said feeling a bit like a dirty old man.

"Where would you like to fuck her?" the machine asked.

"I don't know. How about a nice hotel suite in Hawaii?" I asked and the machine's screen went dark. After a few seconds, the door on the wall opened once again, this time into a hotel suite overlooking the ocean. "Holy fuck," I said as I got up and walked to the door. I looked inside and took a deep breath as I walked into the fantasy world.

I looked around the suite. I was in a sitting room with a couch, a couple of chairs, and a television. The set was on and displaying the local weather in Maui. The sun was shining in through the big sliding glass doors that led out onto a balcony. I marveled at the view as I opened the doors and looked out at the ocean. The sensation of the tropical breeze hit me as I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore below.

I walked to the double doors on the side wall of the room and opened them to find Mikayla laying on a big king-sized bed. She was wearing a plush white robe and her blue eyes sparkled as she saw me. I smiled at her as I walked into the room.

"I've been waiting for you, John," she said, but something wasn't quite right about her voice. It sounded a bit off, a bit too mechanical like an over-compressed mp3 file.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting for long," I smiled as I absorbed my surroundings.

"It's ok, you can make it up to me," she smiled as she sat up on the bed.

"What did you have in mind?" I grinned as I watched her get up on her knees and slide the robe off of her tan shoulders. She let it fall down on the bed behind her, revealing her young body in a black lace bra and panty set.

"I want you to fill me up, baby," she said with a grin. But, unlike the virtual Taylor Swift that seemed so real and so life-like, this Mikayla seemed a bit off. Her body and her face were perfect, but her voice and personality were not quite right. They differed enough from what I knew of the real Mikayla that the fantasy crumbled.

"Fuck, computer end simulation," I barked. My surroundings changed from the hotel suite in Hawaii back to the dark, empty chamber. I walked to the door and then out to the control room. I sat down at the desk annoyed that the amazing machine was not able to provide exactly what I wanted.

"Was something wrong?" the machine asked.

"Yes, her voice and her personality weren't right, it felt fake," I said.

"I will need to gather more data, please try again tomorrow," the machine said.

"Alight," I said as I wondered exactly how the machine worked. "Do you have a name?"

"Yes, John. You can call me Vira," the voice replied.

I looked at the clock and noticed how many hours I had been down in the basement. It was about time to go grab some lunch and see what the girls were doing. As I headed up the stairs it occurred to me that I had never given Vira my name. I figured it was something my uncle had most likely programmed into the system. But I also considered that the machine was a lot more powerful than I could ever imagine.

When I got to the kitchen I could see the girls out on the deck grilling up some hotdogs and burgers so I went out to join them.

"Glad to see you out in the sunshine," my wife, Kelly, said with a smile. I wanted to tell her I had gotten plenty of sunshine while playing tennis with Taylor Swift. But I knew that was not a good idea quite yet.

"Do you want a burger or a hotdog?" my daughter, Jenny, asked.

"A burger would be great," I said as I sat down at the umbrella table on the deck. I saw a pitcher of lemonade sitting there and smiled. I started to pour myself a glass and had the strong sense of déjà vu. The lemonade was good, but it was nothing compared to the glass I'd shared earlier with Taylor Swift.

"Did you find anything cool in the basement?" Kelly asked.

"There is some cool computer stuff. It will take a while to make sense of it all," I said.

"Fill me up, Mr. Stevens," Mikayla said as she appeared next to me with a sweet smile on her face. I looked at her, her amazing breasts seemed to be trying to break free of the little red bikini top she was wearing.

"What?" I asked as another sense of déjà vu washed over me.

"The lemonade, silly!" she giggled as she held out a glass.

"Oh, right," I said as I poured the lemonade into her glass as Mikayla's bright blue eyes watched me.

"Thanks," she smiled and then walked back to the grill where Jenny was flipping the burgers.

"Are you ok?" Kelly asked.

"Yes, fine," I said as I tried to clear my mind. "Just a bit distracted."

"Uh-huh, put your eyes back in their sockets, old man," my wife laughed.

"Oh, come on," I said as I looked at my wife. "You're not serious."

"You're telling me you haven't noticed Mikayla's new bikini body?" my wife grinned.

"Well, I mean sure," I said as I attempted to navigate the minefield before me. "I've noticed, but how could I not with them, I mean her, right in front of me?"

"I think it's cute," Kelly laughed as she sipped her drink. "She's got you wrapped around her little finger."

"Jealous?" I asked with a cocky smile.

"No, not at all," Kelly smiled. "We all have our fantasies, I'm sure."

I smiled as I pondered what Kelly would think if she knew how I was trying to have my cake and eat it too. Or if she knew that I wanted to touch and taste Mikayla, if only in a virtual world. To feel her young body next to mine as I devoured her with every ounce of my being. I could not stop thinking about having her. I knew it was wrong for so many reasons, but that seemed to add more excitement to it all.

I wondered if the machine would be able to give me everything I desired without the consequences. What I didn't consider was the new set of consequences that it might bring along with it. If I could have Mikayla in the virtual world, would I start preferring it to reality? How would it change the way I thought about her and my wife? I kept telling myself what Vira provided was nothing more than a game, a way to blow off steam and have some fun. I had convinced myself that it was no different than immersing myself in a good book or movie. It was liberating knowing I could step in and out of that world whenever I wanted to do so.

I couldn't help but wonder how the machine worked and how it was going to improve its version of Mikayla. I wanted her to be as real and full of life as the virtual Taylor Swift. I wanted to believe that she was the young flesh and blood vixen that made me spill my hot coffee all over my kitchen floor.

I woke up early the next morning and made myself a pot of coffee before heading down to the basement. I sat down at the desk in the corner and said, "Hello, Vira."

"Hello, John," the system responded. "I hope you will enjoy the improvements that I have made to the program."

"May I ask how you make these improvements?" I asked as I sipped my coffee. "I mean, how do you learn more about someone to build an accurate profile?"

"Through a variety of sources," the machine explained. "I can learn from every image, video clip, and bit of text that I can scrape from the Internet and other sources."

"Ah, that makes sense," I said. "So, Taylor Swift was an easy person to reproduce due to her media saturation."

"Exactly," Vira replied. "There is more data on her than most."

"No kidding," I laughed. "So you have been accessing Mikayla's social media online?"

"Some, but not all. I am working on her accounts that are not public," the machine said.

"So you're hacking?" I chuckled.

"Something like that," Vira said. "I cannot tell you every one of my secrets, John."

"Fair enough, show me what you've got," I said.

"Do you have any special requests?" Vira asked as if I were ordering a pizza or something.

"No, if you're so smart, you should already know what I want," I smiled.

"Simulation starting," Vira said as the door opened up and I saw my bedroom inside. I stood up and walked to the doorway. As I walked through the door, Mikayla appeared from the master bath wearing only a towel. Her long blonde hair still wet and pulled back into a ponytail.

"Oh, shit!" Mikayla said. "Jenny said nobody would be home this afternoon."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, already caught up in how real the simulation immediately felt to me.

"I came for a swim and wanted to take a shower before I got dressed," Mikayla smiled and batted her big blue eyes at me. "I hope it's ok that I used your shower."

"Yes, that's fine," I said. I looked at Mikayla. My eyes took her in as I tried to find any imperfections in the upgrades that Vira had made to her. "Where are Jenny and my wife?"

"They went to your lake house for the weekend, don't you remember?" Mikayla smiled. Her voice sounded perfect now, Vira's updates were pretty impressive.

"No, it must have slipped my mind," I said as I walked closer to Mikayla. "What are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?"

"I didn't have any," Mikayla said in a sweet voice. "Sad, huh?"

"No, not at all," I said as I struggled to keep my eyes on Mikayla's big, blue eyes and not her ample chest. The towel wrapped around her hourglass figure appeared to be about ready to fall off at any moment. Even though I knew it was a simulation, I still felt like a dirty old man. The thoughts I was having about young Mikayla were anything but pure.

"I'll get dressed and get out of your hair," she said as she flashed a sweet smile and walked over to the bed to grab her clothes.

"You don't have to leave," I said, trying not to sound desperate.

"Well, I should at least get dressed," Mikayla giggled as she started gathering her clothes. She picked up her short jean shorts, a red tank top, black lace bra, and panties and then looked over at me and asked, "Right?"

"Yes, of course," I stuttered. "I'll give you some privacy," I said as I turned to walk out the bedroom door.

"Mr. Stevens?" I heard Mikayla's voice ask. I turned around to see her standing in front of me with the towel in her hand. Her toned teen body glistening in the afternoon sun. "Can you hang this up for me?"

"What?" I asked as I felt my face turning red. I couldn't help but marvel that I knew this was a simulation but it still felt so real to me that I was blushing.

"The towel, silly," Mikayla giggled as she looked up at me with a big smile. I took the towel from her and we both stood there for a moment gazing at each other.

The girl standing before me sure looked and sounded like my daughter's friend, Mikayla. As much as I wanted to immerse myself in the fantasy, I could not get there. Something about her personality was not right. I could not imagine the real Mikayla pulling off a brazen move like undressing in front of me.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked in a seductive tone and I fought the urge to end the simulation right there.

"I do," I said as I tossed the damp towel into the bathroom and then wrapped my arms around her warm body. She felt like heaven in my arms and I thought I could power through the inconsistencies and at least have some fun.

"Mr. Stevens!" Mikayla gasped. "What would your wife say?" The question echoed through my head on all sorts of levels. What would Kelly say about me living out this fantasy, even in the safety of this virtual world? It was something that I did not want to ponder at that very moment. I was sure she would be angry, but not quite sure exactly how angry she would be.

"Does it matter?" I asked both to Mikayla and to myself.

"Not to me," Mikayla smiled and I felt my cock starting to strain against the blue jeans I was wearing. "Do you want me?" she smiled.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned low as I pulled her body to mine and kissed her soft, sweet lips. My hands moved slowly up and down her back as we kissed.

"How long have you wanted this?" she asked.

"Since Jenny brought you home the first time, you were in that yellow bikini, do you remember that?" I asked. Mikayla groaned and shot her tongue into my mouth as we made out like a couple of horny kids.

"Yes, we were out on the deck tanning," she smiled. "I was hoping you'd join us for a swim."

"Fuck!" I said as I broke our embrace and looked at Mikayla as she stood there staring up at me with her big, blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mikayla asked. As perfect as she looked and sounded, the fantasy still had flaws and they brought me right out of the moment. The first time my daughter had brought Mikayla home was at our last house, one that did not have a deck or a pool.

"Computer, end program!" I said. Mikayla and my bedroom disappeared and I was once again back in reality. I walked to the door and then back into the basement where I sat at the computer terminal, horny as hell and dejected.

"I'm sorry," Vira said. "I will continue trying to make the user experience better for you."

"It's alright, Vira. I'm expecting too much of a simulation. I know the real Mikayla too well for your programming to fool me," I said. "I should stick with celebrities, or people I don't know well enough. That way the fantasy won't crumble under a minor inconsistency."

"Was the experience better than the previous one?" Vira asked.

"Yes, it was. Mikayla's voice was perfect, and she looked amazing," I said. "Her personality was close, but not close enough to fool me into believing it was actually her."

"I will continue working to improve your user experience," Vira said. "I am confident I will be able to provide you with what you desire."

"Thank you," I replied. I was completely amped-up from the near sexual encounter with virtual Mikayla. I needed some kind of release. "Tell me, Vira, can someone get hurt while inside one of your simulations?"

"Yes, John," Vira replied. "The world and interactions are all quite real from a physical perspective. You can experience all sorts of sensations, including pain. There are safeties, however, built into the program to avoid any serious injury or death while in the simulation."

"So, if I were to race a stock car around Daytona Motor Speedway and crash, I'd feel pain but wouldn't sustain an injury?" I asked.

"Affirmative," Vira said.

"Well then, fire that simulation up!" I said, feeling even more testosterone surging through my veins.

"As you wish," Vira said. The door to the simulator opened onto pit road at Daytona Motor Speedway. I entered and was transported into the illusion. I suited up, got into a race car and took it out on the track. It was an amazing rush. Knowing I could feel pain was enough to make me drive with a bit more caution. I loved the sensation, the heat, the sound, and the smell. If I couldn't have Mikayla, this release seemed like the next best thing.

I swear I could still smell the burning rubber in my nostrils as I exited the simulation and went upstairs. I could see that the girls and my wife were once again out back by the pool. I grabbed a soda from the fridge as my mind raced through the list of possibilities for my uncle's creation. It did worry me somewhat that when faced with the possibility of doing anything in the universe I still wanted Mikayla most of all.

I worried that my little crush on her was becoming something much more serious. I told myself over and over that it was all very normal. The virtual world allowed for gratification without any consequences. As long as I treated it as nothing more than a fantasy, I would be alright. I looked out the window and watched Mikayla tanning in her sexy little bikini. "Fuck," I groaned and decided I needed a very cold shower.

As the icy water ran down my body I worried again that my wife might find out what I was working on down in the basement. I wondered how pissed off she'd be if she knew I was working on a virtual Mikayla to use as my dirty little sex toy. It was nothing more than a fantasy, or so I kept telling myself. I knew every day that passed without telling my wife about the machine I ran the risk of her finding out on her own. But, I couldn't risk telling anyone about Vira quite yet, it had to remain my secret until I figured a few things out.

I hoped that the next time I met Mikayla in the virtual world that she'd be the same perfection that the real Mikayla was. So sweet, sexy, and full of energy. I longed to feel her soft, warm body next to mine and see her big blue eyes staring up at me. I told myself I just needed to get her out of my system and move on to something else.

For the next few days, other responsibilities and projects kept me from the basement. My wife decided that a few rooms in my uncle's house were in need of remodeling so that killed most of my free time. My wife was not a big fan of my uncle's bachelor style. Although I enjoyed the Playboy centerfolds adoring the game room walls, my wife assured me they had to go.

Between the trips to Home Depot and the furniture store, I almost forgot Vira was busy in the basement. Every now and then I'd wonder if she had been able to make the improvements needed to make the perfect Mikayla. One that would allow me to enjoy the fantasy of having the sexy young girl in every way imaginable.

I was almost glad that the real Mikayla was off for a few days with her family on a short trip to Lake Geneva. I did miss seeing her cute little ass in a pair of short blue jean shorts, but it was nice to be able to focus on something else. The home improvement projects were the perfect distraction. As a bonus, we ended up getting a lot of work done.

After a few days of remodeling, I could tell that my wife and daughter were reaching a breaking point. The point where the projects stopped being fun and started to wear on them. I wanted to hire professionals to do the work, but my wife thought it would be fun to do it ourselves. It's something we enjoyed doing in our last house, but the jobs were nowhere near as big.