True Seeing

So that’s where I am now. Tia’s uncle hooked me up with a fake ID and Ansal’s daughter got me an interview. Lisa taught me some dance moves, and my tits have made Corey come four times now. The last two times I even let him kiss me after. My appendix scar still doesn’t look like the one in the video, so I’ve got time. And I’m honestly really looking forward to getting fucked. I’m so sick of this virginity stuff! My pussy deserves a pounding! TB still taunts me, but his reckoning will come.

I’ve thought long and hard about why this is happening. It seems like there must be a design to it - it can’t be just the random machinery of the universe hiccupping. Is there some intelligent force, somehow, that set all this up? I briefly considered the idea that Corey secretly had god-like powers and had engineered it all to get into my pants.

Ansal told me about this old TV show, Quantum Leap, where for season after season the hero gets bounced around in time without explanation, given missions to fix people’s lives. In the final episode, he’s told that it was all training to prepare him for the real challenge. So maybe that’s what this is: maybe some angel is teaching me to be a time travel commando. Maybe some fourth dimensional aliens need me to be a sex paragon. Or maybe God just wanted to let me know that I don’t have to wait until I’m married.

One thing’s for sure: eventually it’s going to catch up to me, and I’m going to disappoint my dad. I really hope he doesn’t go to strip clubs.

I found a new video today. In this one, my doppelganger was riding in a van with two guys, hanging on one of them and making out while he shoved his hand down the front of her mini dress. The other guy was sitting in the row behind them. It was night time, and they were driving on a rural highway.

The guy whispered in my doppelganger’s ear, and she replied out loud, “I know you want it, Steven. That doesn’t mean you’re gonna get it.”

“Come on, Mal - I’ve been charged up all day and we’ve still got hours to go,” he complained.

“It’ll get messy,” she objected.

“They’ll have laundry service when we get there. Come on, baby, I need that pussy!”

So video-Mallory unzipped him. He was dressed nicely - not like Prom, but like night out clubbing nice. She stroked his dick a little while they kissed. He pulled down one of her shoulder straps and set her breast free. Then she climbed on top of him, pulling her dress up, and moving the crotch of her fancy panties aside. Her pussy swallowed his dick, and then she started moving.

“Hey, Tia baby, wake up,” the second guy said, shoving at what I assumed was the unseen body of my friend. “Baby, come on - I need some.”

My doppelganger kept riding her date. It wasn’t just a simple up-down: she was moving her body in ways I can’t even describe. Meanwhile the guy’s hands were moving all over her: grabbing her breasts, caressing her butt, twirling his fingers in her braids.

Tia’s date leaned over her, obviously touching her.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Ollie,” shadow-me said, as if talking to a misbehaving school boy.

“It’s cool,” he answered. “We have this understanding. She lets me do her when she’s passed out. She likes it - it turns her on.”

“Mmm-hmm,” video-Mallory said skeptically. “Maybe that’s true - wouldn’t surprise me. But my girl T has never said anything about it to me, so you’re grounded. Hands-off.”

“Aw, come on!” Ollie protested. “You can’t expect me to sit here and watch you two go at it. My nuts will burst!”