Chapter 78

The woman on the screen drew an armchair up to the mirror and sat, draping one leg up over one of the padded arms to expose her - even though she was immaterial, Evie felt as if she swallowed trying to think the word - pussy. Evie expected to see dark hair on the woman's mound, but to her shock, there was nothing but soft pink skin.
Do women these days shave their...
"Cunts? Some do. Waxing is more common." Sam's gaze remained fixed on the television, and Evie could see an erection filling the front of his trousers.
Do men like it?
He shrugged. "It's a matter of personal taste. Some women think it's easier to stay clean that way, others claim they feel more powerful sensations without hair in the way. I personally don't have a preference. I like women pretty much any way they like themselves. Confidence is a big turn-on." He kept watching as the woman stroked herself - down there - with her fingers.
Moisture glistened on the pink petals of her sex. When the image on the screen focused in closely, the woman's genitals were larger than life, and Evie realized she was studying the image. Was that what she looked like? Even though it was impossible, she felt herself growing damp.
"I want to see you like that, Evie, wet and open for my enjoyment. Then I want to lick you there, tasting your sweet juices and nibbling on the bud of your clit. Does that sound good to you?"
You do? You want that? Somehow, she'd assumed that if she ever found a man to take her virginity, he'd just have her and be done with it.
Sam unbuttoned his trousers and wiggled out of them. He still wore a pair of plaid, loose-fitting cotton underwear, but his erection stood up, making them tent.
"I want to do everything to you, Evie." Absently, he began to stroke himself through the cotton. "Does that excite you? Is this turning you on?"
Yes. She moved to a position where she could watch both the screen and Sam. I feel odd - all tingly and damp. Empty.
"Do what she's doing, sugar. If you can manage it, pinch your nipples and rub your pussy."
Evie tried. Sure enough, by imagining her own hands on her nipples, she was able to ease some of the ache. After both nipples were soothed, she reached one hand down and rucked up her skirt and shift. She then slid her fingers inside her drawers to imitate the actions of the woman who was now moaning loudly on the television.
"Are you wet, Evie?"
Y-yes. How a thought could stutter, she wasn't sure, but there it was. She was even trembling when her fingers found the taut bud at the top of her sex. Copying the actress's moves, Evie let her fingertips glide through her slit, spreading her own fluid, then rubbed at the side of the engorged nub.
Oh!
"Tell me what you're doing, honey. I can't see you, so you have to tell me."
I'm touching myself. Instinct urged her to strum a little faster, a little harder, just like the woman was. Every so often a red-tipped finger or two would disappear into the actress's channel, so Evie tried that too, and moaned herself at the pleasure.
"How are you touching yourself? Are you pushing your fingers into your hot little cunt? Rubbing your clit until it's as erect as my dick? Tweaking your nipples into hard points?" His tone took on a breathless quality as he pushed his undershorts down and wrapped his hand around his long, solid shaft.
All of those, Evie replied. It does feel good, Sam. But it makes me want more. There's this coil of sensation in my womb - I don't know how to make it stop.
"Don't stop it sugar. Just keep fucking yourself with those soft white hands of yours. Try sliding two fingers into your pussy as deep as they can go while you stroke your clit with your thumb. Use your other hand to pinch one of your nipples as hard as feels good."
A pearly drop of fluid beaded at the tip of his magnificent cock. Evie kept one eye on the screen and saw the woman there take a long, pink toy and switch it on. It began to vibrate and she used it to replace her fingers. Evie couldn't do that, so she did as Sam had suggested, thrusting two fingers into her channel as hard as she could while her thumb massaged her clitoris.
Yes. The sensations made her spine arch.
"Tell me. Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?"
I am.
"Use the word, sugar. I want you to know exactly what it is you want from me."
I want you to...fuck me, Sam. Once she'd thought the word, a spasm of pleasure ripped through her belly, tightening the coil of sensation even further. I want you to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me senseless.
Imagining it was his cock, she added a third finger and pushed hard into her wet, quivering sheath, pinching hard on her nipple at the same time. A sharp pinch of pain tore through her, but was almost immediately forgotten as an explosion burst in her womb, sending jagged shards of pleasure to every inch of her soul. All she could say, all she could do was scream his name as her senses shattered.
"Evie." Thick ribbons of pearlescent fluid spilled from Sam's cock and sprayed across his belly and chest. Evie had a powerful urge to lick it away, to take the...semen...and rub it into her skin. Surely, though, that couldn't be right.
"That's exactly right, honey. I'd love to mark your skin with my come and nothing would please me more than having you taste me, even take my dick into your mouth and suck it." He picked up his T-shirt from beside the bed and wiped himself off.
He kept hearing her thoughts, even the ones she didn't deliberately project.
"I think that's because we're tuned to one another. I want to hear you, so I can." His hand reached to the empty far side of the bed, as if he was reaching for her.
She wished so badly she could take his hand. She did lay her immaterial one over his. There was no feeling, but at least she knew she'd tried.
"I really wish I could hold you right now, Evie. Did you enjoy your first orgasm?"
That's what that was? It was wonderful. Even if it hurt a little.
Sam looked over at the bed where she was and his face scrunched into a frown. "Hey, Evie, there's a drop - just a little smear - of blood on the sheets. Did you hurt yourself?"
Evie looked through herself down to the bed. Surely enough, there was a tiny stain - perhaps the size of a strawberry. There was also a tenderness between her thighs to match. How odd. I've never been able to hurt myself when I was incorporeal before. It didn't hurt a lot.
Sam gave a wry chuckle. "Well, I think you may have just made things easier for us down the road."
What do you mean?
"Sugar, I think you just took your own virginity - physically that is. I believe you ruptured your hymen with your fingers."
So when we make love, there will be no pain?
"Maybe some. I'll probably stretch you more than you did yourself. But no, the worst of it should be over."
That is good. Evie decided she liked that idea very much and turned her attention back to the movie. The woman on the video had reached her own climax and Evie watched as her muscles contracted and her pussy clenched down on the pink plastic vibrator.
"I bought you one of those, for another night," Sam said. "I thought you might get a kick out of trying it."
Maybe. If we have time.
"I know, sugar. I wish we had more too. The way I figured it out, we'll have about fifty hours total that we can touch. I intend to make thorough use of them. Meanwhile, how about we just relax here for a while and watch the movie? Who knows? You might see something else you want to try out."