Sex Dream Architect: Part One

Eliza Jane gets the call—her fiancé's dead, killed in a crash. April O'Neil wraps her in both arms while the sobbing shakes free. "People move on," April says. Eliza can't hear it yet. Her world feels like broken glass under bare feet. The two women have always moved through each other's lives, bodies close from years of nearness. April runs her fingers through her friend's hair, stroking for comfort. In truth, Eliza and April lie on a couch wearing slim VR headsets, brains monitored by Kristen Scott. Kristen built the entire scene they believe they live inside. Her partner slams the door downstairs. His voice bleeds through the speakers and slips into Eliza's ear. Inside the dream, a message from Billy plays. He has left a policy. Move on. Be happy. April leans in and kisses Eliza's mouth, tongue soft at first. "I'll always be here." Eliza accepts the second kiss, then the third. April slips each strap from her shoulders, drops Eliza's dress into a silky heap. Her lips trail down collarbone, over stiff nipples, across the trembling belly. By the time she spreads Eliza's thighs, the smaller woman sighs and reaches to cup her friend's bare breasts. April licks long and slow, presses two fingers in, draws a shaking orgasm from Eliza that echoes against the back of her throat. When Eliza comes down, April climbs over her face, lowers a thick bush to willing lips, and rocks until her own cries fill the quiet room. They finish facing each other, April guiding clit to clit, their wetness making each thrust glide and smear. Kristen, watching their coded lust through her own headset, slips her hand beneath her waistband. Two practiced strokes and she bites down on a low moan. She taps April back to the present, gives her thirty seconds before Eliza wakes, and arranges the drop-off for payment later.