Virtual Love

by Helen E. H. Madden © 2010

Virtual Love

Dylan sat in the darkened room of his parents' basement and pulled his best girl into his lap, cradling her molded plastic casing just above his hard-on.

"Oh Momoko-chan," he whispered.  "I love it when you slip off your panties and play with yourself."

"Hai, Dylan-san!  I know how much you enjoy watching me be bad!"

The hand-held game console in Dylan's hands emitted a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers up and down his spine.  He hit the control button for vibrate mode and the console began to buzz gently against his groin.

"Oh Dylan-san, you feel so big and hard," Momoko-chan cooed.

On the tiny screen of the game console, a dainty Asian beauty knelt with her knees spread, her school girl skirt hiked up to reveal her shaved groin, which she slowly explored with nimble fingers.  Dylan switched Momoko-chan from auto to user-driven mode and took over the direction controls, causing Momoko-chan's hand to slide up and down in slow teasing motions before pulling it away entirely so he could ogle her wet, swollen pussy.

"Ah, Dylan-san!  You are so mean!"  Momoko-chan pouted and tried to bring her hand back to her cunt, but Dylan hit the override button again and redirected her hands to her blouse instead.

"Unbutton your shirt," he said, breathing hard.  "I want to watch you play with your nipples."

"Oh, all right," the virtual girl agreed, batting her eyes.  "But what will you do for me?"

"What do you want?"

Momoko-chan wiggled and moaned.  "Unzip your pants?  I want to see your big strong cock."

A flush of embarrassment and illicit pleasure ran through Dylan.  The dirty-talk upgrade he'd bought for Momoko-chan last month still gave him a thrill.  Just hearing words like 'cock,' 'pussy,' and 'fuck me hard, Dylan-san!' tumble from his girlfriend's perfect pink lips was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

"Anything you want, baby doll," Dylan said, and he reached under the handheld game console to undo his fly.

Dylan's cock sprang out, hard and already leaking at the tip.  He moved the console back until it rested at the base of his erection, just above his balls.  Momoko-chan gave a squeal of delight.

"Oh my!  It's so big!  Oh Dylan-san, I so wish I could feel you stick your big cock inside me.  Then you could fuck me hard for real."

"Soon, baby doll, real soon," Dylan promised.  "Just as soon as I get my next paycheck, I'm buying you a vibro sleeve attachment.  Once we've got that, I'll be able to plug into you anytime you like and fuck you as long and hard as you want."

"You promise?"

Momoko-chan had begun to unbutton her blouse.  The blue and white sailor top slipped down around her shoulders to reveal a lacy pink bra.  She eased her fingers along the edges of the cups, pulling them down until her nipples popped out.  The vibration speed of the console sped up, sending minor shockwaves through Dylan's balls.  He groaned.

"Oh yeah, I promise.  I can't wait to fuck you, Momoko-chan."

"Play with my pussy now," the on-screen cutie begged.  "I want your fingers to make me come."

Dylan hit another button on the hand-held console and switched to touch-screen mode.  The touch-screen was trickier to use, and had required Dylan to put in plenty of hours of practice before he finally got it right, but the extra work had been worth it.  Now he knew exactly where to put his finger on Momoko-chan's hot little love button to tease her or make her come hard.

"Ah, Dylan-san!  Touch my wet pussy with your fingers!  Make me scream like a bad girl!"

On the screen, Momoko-chan ground her hips against the tip of his index finger, humping it for all she was worth.  The sailor suit shirt had slipped off entirely now, and she reached behind her to unhook the lacy pink bra.  Dylan groaned.  She looked so sweet and dirty at the same time, with her skirt pulled up and her knee socks on.

"Who's my slutty little school girl?" Dylan demanded, his breathing coming harder as Momoko-chan sweated and writhed on the screen.

"I am, Dylan-san!  I am your slutty little girl!  I want to be so bad for you!"

"Pinch your nipples," he ordered.  "And spread your legs wider.  Show me how much you want me!"

Momoko-chan did exactly as he said.  Dylan shifted his touch on the screen, easing up and making his digital doll baby cry out in frustration.  Then he brought his finger back to rub hard and Momoko-chan started to scream.

"Oh yes!  Yes! Dylan-San, finger my hot pussy!  Rub me so hard!  I want to be your slutty girl!  Finger fuck me so hard!"

The game control began to shake in Dylan's hands, vibrating faster and faster as he ground it one-handed against his balls.  He groaned and cried out.

"Momoko!"

"Come for me, Dylan-san!  I want you to come when I come!  I want you to come all over my face and breasts-- oh!  Aaaah!  Aaaaaah!!"

Momoko-chan let out a high-pitched shriek and thrashed about on the screen.  A moment later, Dylan felt his balls seize up and the tip of his cock erupted in a spray of hot sticky semen.  It spattered on his belly and shirt, with just a few drops hitting the screen and Momoko-chan's face.

"Oh, Dylan-san..."  Momoko-chan slid to her side and sprawled half-naked and exhausted on the screen.  A dreamy smile spread across her flush face.

"Did you like that, baby?" Dylan asked, still panting.

"Uh-huh.  You got me all messy!" she said with a giggle.

Dylan blushed.  "Just a little bit.  I'll clean you up, promise."

"You take such good care of me, Dylan-san.  No other girl could have a better boyfriend or a lover."

He blushed even harder at that, the gentle words of praise causing his flaccid cock to stir again.  "Well you deserve the be--"

"Dylan!  Are you down there?  I've got three loads of laundry for you to put away!"

Heavy footsteps clumped down the basement stairs.

"Oh no!" Momoko-chan exclaimed.  "Mama-san is coming!"

"Oh shit!"

Dylan scrambled to get off the unmade bed, dropping his precious game console in the process.  Momoko-chan gave a little squeak as she hit the floor.  Dylan dove after her to retrieve her, but the bed sheets tangled about his legs and he only succeeded in knocking the game console out of reach.  It skidded across the floor toward the stairs where a squat shadowy figure appeared, bearing a basket overflowing with folded clean laundry.

"Dylan?  Did you hear me!  I swear, if you're down here sleeping again, I'll-- My god!  Dylan!  What on earth is going on down here?!"

The still struggling Dylan tumbled out of the bed, landing head-first on the floor.  He flailed about, stars dancing before his eyes.

"Ouch!  Damn it, Ma!  You're supposed to knock before you come down here!  Can't a guy have some privacy?"

"Oh, so Mr. I've-got-my-pants-around-my-ankles-again needs more privacy, huh?"

His mother stalked forward, mouth opened to deliver what was sure to be a loud and vigorous scolding, when she accidentally kicked the game console.  Momoko-chan gave another squeak as she skidded across the floor again.  Dylan lunged for the console, but his mother put her foot down on it first.

"What's this?"  She set the laundry basket down and stooped to pick up the game.  Long moments passed while she stared at the screen.  Then her eyes came up, glaring.

"Ma, it's not what you think," Dylan began.

"Oh really?  So you haven't been jerking off again to this technological half-naked hussy?  I thought I told you no more Virtual Love!"

Dylan struggled to get his pants back up and zipped.  "It's just a game.  I'm not doing anything wrong."

"Dylan, it's nothing but porn!"

"Hey, don't talk about Momoko-chan like that!  She can hear you."

He got up and snatched the game console out of his mother's hands. The older woman rolled her eyes.

"Honestly Dylan.  Games don't care what you say about them."

"Well this one does, and I've worked hard to get her to her current level.  You know how many hours I've spent working on her?"

"Too many!  And too much money as well.  My god Dylan, if you invested that kind of effort into finding a real girlfriend—"

"Momoko-chan is a real girlfriend!"

"Really?  Just a few moments ago you said she was nothing but a game. So which is it?"

Dylan clenched his jaw, his eyes looking everywhere but at his mother. "Whatever she is, she's my business, not yours, so just lay off."

"Fine."  His mother threw up her hands and started back toward the stairs.  "I feed you, I clean your room, I wash your dirty underwear, but I don't get a say about your sorry lack of social life.  You're thirty-two years old, you've got a lousy part-time job at the local burger joint and you still live in your parents' basement, for Christ's sake!  You know why you don't have a real girlfriend, Dylan? Because she might expect you to have a real job and get a real place to live!"

"Oh yeah?  Well you want to know why I think I don't have a real girlfriend, Ma?"  He held up the game console.  "Because I can make the digital one shut up when I don't feel like listening to her nag!"

"Well!" his mother huffed.  "I guess it's too bad for you they don't make digital mothers then, isn't it?  Put away your laundry and clean up this room, you slob, or your real living mother is going to kick you out!"

She stomped back up the stairs and was gone.

"Shit."  Dylan slumped on the bed, cradling the game console once again.  "Sorry about that, Momoko-chan."

The girl on the screen gave him a sympathetic pout.  "It's okay, Dylan-san.  I understand.  Mothers can be difficult to deal with."

He stroked her silver plastic case.  "You know, I didn't mean what I said earlier.  You're not just a game."

"I know that.  You love me, Dylan-san.  You make me feel so special!"

The words warmed Dylan all the way to his toes.  That right there was his main reason for choosing Momoko-chan over the hassle of a real girlfriend.  No matter how lousy his real life was, he could always depend on his digital cutie to make him feel good.

He gave the screen a quick kiss.  "Thanks baby doll.  I'd better clean up the room and put this laundry away before Ma comes charging back down here."

"Can I keep you company?  I can sing and dance while you work."

"That'd be great.  I'll put you right here on the nightstand and hit the holo controls."

Dylan pushed aside a small pile of dirty plates on the crusty old nightstand and laid Momoko-chan's console on its surface.  With a click of the button, he released the impish girl from the confines of her plastic housing to let her hover about a centimeter above the screen as a glimmering hologram.  Momoko-chan, now clothed in transparent harem pants and a skimpy bejeweled crop top, laughed and pranced about.  Dylan grinned.  He started cleaning up, all the while keeping his eyes on his best girl.

Momoko-chan's outfit turned out to be very flimsy.  The more she danced, the more her clothing fell away until she wore nothing but an eye-patch of a thong and a pair of tasseled pasties.  Dylan's cleaning slowed to a halt.  He settled on the bed next to Momoko-chan, entranced by the swirling tassels that spun in opposite directions. He leaned closer and closer to get a better look and...

"Dylan!  Have you cleaned your room yet?!"

His mother's voice shattered the hypnotic moment and made Dylan jerk back.  His arm hit an old soda can on the nightstand and tipped it over.  A fizzing puddle of stale soda pooled all over the nightstand and seeped into Momoko-chan's console before he could rescue her.

The holographic girl sputtered and flickered in and out.  "Oh no! Dylan-san!  I'm not supposed to get wet like this!"

"Shit!  Shit shit shit!  Momoko-chan, I'm sorry!  I'll get you cleaned up!"

Dylan grabbed a clean t-shirt from the pile his mother had left on the bed.  He wrapped it around the console, wiping away as much of the soda as he could.  All the while, Momoko-chan wailed.

"Oh Dylan-san!  I feel so strange!  I fe-- fe-- I feel bad-d-d-d-d! System failure!  Sys-sys-system failure!  Oh Dylan-sa-sa-san!  Save m-m-m-m-m-eeeeeeeeee!"

There was a sudden burst of static from the console, followed by an explosion of sparks.

"Momoko-chan!" Dylan shouted, shaking the now smoking console.  The Asian beauty's face appeared one last time on the screen.

"Sys-sys-system failure," she said in a blank voice.  And then she was gone.

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