Warped Perception

The bell then rang and I quickly realized I didn't have a partner.

Ms. Johnson's lecture soon began, with it focusing on what college would cost eighteen years from now - and I thought I was screwed at the current prices. Our kids are going to have to perpetually get used to saying, "Do you want fries with that?"

The door creaked open thirty minutes later, drawing all eyes to it.

It was Kiara.

I think.

And she looked ragged.

More so, actually. Kiara simply was not herself, and yet she was. Her hair was still the same, except it was done up - in a sort of messy way that allowed a strand to fall on the side of her face. Her makeup was sort of done - she didn't have on eye shadow but she have an excessive amount of rouge to her cheeks and her lipstick was a pink color instead of black. But neither the hair or the makeup came anywhere close to accentuating her bright pink dress that was at least a size to big on her. If this is the look she was going for, I will be polite - but, what the heck?

The worst part of her ensemble, however, was her body language. Kiara appeared like she hadn't slept in a month.

"Kiara? Are you all right?" Ms. Johnson was quick to ask, but I thought it was obvious she wasn't.

Our classmates weren't so sympathetic with their laughter.

I didn't wait. I didn't run, but I did put speed into my steps as I crossed the classroom. As I passed Ms. Johnson, I saw the dam about to burst. "Do you mind if we step out into the hall, Ms. Johnson?"

I did not wait for an answer as I grabbed Kiara's hand and gently pulled her toward the door.

"Not at all." I heard the smile in Ms. Johnson's voice. "Fulfill your husband duties" Then, almost as a breath of a whisper, and definitely meant just for her, "Almost like Ethan. Almost."

Glenn, however, didn't hesitate. "Yeah, fulfill those husband duties... Just like I did last night!"

That comment caused a raucous of laughter but as I shut the door, I still heard the slap Harmony gave Glenn.

"Kiara?" I honestly had no clue on what to say. Not that I had much - any - experience with girls, so I left it at just her questioned name in hopes that the blanks would be filled in by her.

Kiara's head was downcast and she was whimpering. I raised my hand to her cheek, the excessive caked on powder padding into my palm, and tilted her head slightly upward. "Kiara?"

The dam broke. "Oh, Jeremiah, something's wrong with me."

I embraced her, fully, for the first time. Her head found a home on my chest, her tears found one in my shirt, and my hand found one at the base of her head. "Tell me."

I felt the shock in her body at what I had done, before she seemed to snuggle even further into me. "The virtual game I played at your house won't... It won't... It won't stop. It's playing all the time."

"Huh?" I still held her as I processed what was said. "That shouldn't be poss...i...ble."

Kiara pulled away, scared as I never saw this strong, independent girl before, "You don't believe me, do ya?"

She took a step back, and I immediately felt - knew - she was going to run.

I embraced her again, even more tightly than before. "I believe you." It was said softly before I reiterated more firmly, "I believe you."

I felt her relax in my arms, as if just the confirmation of someone, anyone, believing her was worth her sanity. "When can you come over to my house again? I need to start testing some of my data and I'd like you there so we both can understand what your going through."

Kiara looked up at me, "I'm ready to go now." She then gave an awkward chuckle, "Have you seen what I look like?"

I matched her laugh, "Um, yeah." I glanced back at the classroom, "I'll just let Ms. Johnson know, that way she won't give us detention or anything for ditching the rest of her class."

"Okay... And Jeremiah?"

"Hmm?"

I looked back at Kiara and was met with a kiss. Not on the cheek, either. Kiara pressed her lips to mine and after a moment, her tongue as well.

This was my first kiss.

And I had zero knowledge of what to do.

After the initial shock and subsequent tensing of my body, I fell into what was transpiring. I put my hands on her hips and I hesitantly parted my lips. I just followed her lead - or I should I say I tried to follow her lead. As soon as my mouth opened, her tongue invaded, and swept, and curled, and danced in what seemed to be an expert manner against all things erogenous inside what felt like my entire being.

Kiara pulled back, almost dazed, her eyes twinkling like they were the lights from the stars above. She giggled, almost an obnoxious valley girl giggle and she glanced downward towards my peaking crotch before smiling back at me. "Jeremiah, you taste delicious. Meet me at my car as soon as you can; I need to get some stuff out of my locker."

As Kiara walked away, I stood frozen. It wasn't the kiss... or it partially was, but more so what she said - "You taste delicious."

I don't have any experience with girls. Obviously. So when I created the program for the dating simulator, I was always nervous that the dialogue was going to be, well, cheesy. I mean, really, when have I ever - and I mean ever - conversed romantically with a female? So I looked online. Most of the dating aspects came from overused pick up lines but for the scenes that came off as sexual, I browsed some of the more, let's say, risqué websites. And I just heard Kiara repeat one of the lines for my dating simulator. Verbatim. Is Kiara actually acting out my program? That may explain the kiss as well. I never have seen Kiara with a guy before, but that kiss was extraordinary. Not that I have any experience to compare, but if neither does she, did she act out the program exactly? One in which I used, again, those risqué websites to imbed the abilities into the gamer?

I gulped at the thought.

The bell rung to wake me out of my stupor. I quickly popped my head into the classroom, "She's going to be fine."

Ms. Johnson gave a slight nod for affirmation and I moved my head out of the way from the stampede of students heading my way.

"That's a nice look for you," Glenn laughed as he pushed at my chest when he walked by.

I glanced down to notice all the beige powder on my shirt. I shook my head, not caring in the slightest and darted my way through the sea of people I am forced to call my peers and headed to the parking lot.

"Hey," Kiara smiled as she waved to me from her older model Chevy Cruze . "You were taking so long, I thought, maybe, you changed your mind."

"Sorry for the delay," I smiled back. "But not to worry; I intend to fix my mistake."

Kiara's face scrunched up for a moment but she didn't say any thing.

"What was that look for?"

"Nothing," Kiara responded as she got in the car.

*

"Kiara, this is my Mom. Mom, this is Kiara, the girl I told you that got paired up to be my wife in my Life Management class."

Mom was sitting on the couch watching a soap opera as she always does right before she has to go to work.

"You're home early..." Mom stood and then paused - she did a really good job of holding in her reaction to how Kiara looked. "Hello, Kiara, you can call me Laura."

"Nice to meet you, Laura," Kiara awkwardly smiled.

"Yeah, there was an issue at school, so we're skipping our last two classes to take care of it." I then threw a preemptive strike to my Mom's next question, "And yes, I promise neither of our grades will be affected in our last two classes."

"Good to know." Mom then offered a slight smile. "My dear, your makeup is uneven. A girl has to be careful when she leans up against someone; you'll smudge. Would you like me to help fix it for you?"

"Oh, yes, please.," Kiara was overly enthusiastic. "Thank you."

"Come with me to the bathroom." Mom started down the hall. "And Jeremiah, you may want to change that shirt."

I followed them down the hall and as they went into the bathroom, I went to my bedroom right next door.

"So how do you want this to look? Like the right or like the left?"

"Neither," Kiara sounded utterly deflated.

"Oh, a makeup mishap. Girl, we've all been there before."

"In front of three classrooms and a lunch period full of cruel teenagers?"

"I can't say that," Mom laughed a little. "But mine was just as bad as it was on my wedding day. I had hired a makeup professional and she got her clients mixed up. I was an actual clown, with the full white face, large red lips, and huge red dots on my cheeks. By the time I walked down the aisle, I was mostly ok, though some of the excess red wouldn't come clear off. In every picture, it appeared I had a sunburn."

Kiara laughed, "I guess that's really bad, too."

"We've all been there before. Lucky for you, I always wanted a daughter to do this with."

"Yeah," I called out as I found what I call my work shirt, a well worn grey t-shirt that I don't mind getting dirty. "There is zero chance of you getting me in front of that vanity!"

Mom and Kiara both laughed.

"There, all done. Now, about the dress?"

"It's my Mom's. I borrowed it because I don't actually have a dress."

"Oh, well, you appear to be closer to my size, or what I was a size ago, so lets see what I have for you to impress Mr. Whoever."

"I'll be downstairs Kiara," I grabbed my diagnostics device, because even I take my work home (my bedroom) with me and headed downstairs.

*

"You're Mom said she's off to work... What are you doing?"

I could tell Kiara held in her laugh. I couldn't blame her though, as I probably would have done the same thing if I saw somebody crawling on their hands and knees underneath a table on the hard concrete of the basement floor.

"I'm searching for the microchip that was attached to the tip of this broken needle."

When I got downstairs, it took me about the time I wanted to run a diagnostic check on my dating simulator microchip that I, in fact, couldn't find the dating simulator microchip. Further investigation found that the crack in the helmet was not the only damage done to the virtual gaming device, but the tip of the needle, which housed the microchip, was snapped off. So I am on my hands and knees, on a hard, cold basement floor, searching for something with the word "micro" in it. I was going to be a while.

"Well, can I help?"

"No, I'll search for it." No way was I going to make her do what I was doing. "But you can start explaining to me exactly what your experiencing. Try not to leave out any details as the smallest of information could also be the most important."

"Well..."

I could sense her embarrassment. "Listen, I know that you were playing the dating simulator, and I programmed it, so there's nothing you're going to say that will surprise me."

Kiara took a deep breath and sighed, "All right, when you went upstairs to make that amazing pizza..."

I couldn't help but have a deep sense of pride at that knowledge.

"I looked around and, to be honest, I was in awe down here. You've worked on so much... and then I saw your virtual gaming device and said, why not?"

"Go on."

"Well I put a chip in as you showed me and put on the helmet. I didn't know what the game was." Kiara paused for a moment to give me her blunt assessment. "Ya know you're a pervert, right?"

"I am not," I defended. "I would like to think of myself as anal for research. Quite a bit of time went into designing every single one of those games, each with a specific market for gamers. Racing for sports fans, a fantasy world for first person gamers, and a dating simulator for people who are into reality gaming."

"And that reality gaming leads into some very graphic sex."

"In case you didn't know, I haven't been with any girls, so, yeah, I pulled scenes and scenarios from the internet. Like I said, anal for research."

"Yeah, anal," Kiara giggled.

"Okay," I laughed. "Funny, but I didn't put any anal in that simulator."

"I know," Kiara's tone got serious. "But when the sexual stuff began to play, that's when I ripped the helmet off and threw it to the ground."

I stopped where I was, no longer looking for the microchip, "And you said that the game is still being played?"

"Yeah, like all the time."

I turned around and scrambled to stand. "Let me... Wow."

Kiara was blushing a deep crimson, but I barely noticed. Her eyes were done in a smoky look with her lips a deep ruby red, and her foundation powder really amplified her skins beauty. And that dress! An exact match to her lipstick that hugged her body effortlessly starting from the wrap around the neck to just above her knees, which allowed her surprising figure to be showcased.

I repeat - while drooling. "Wow."

"I take it you approve."

"Man, I feel underdressed now." I wiped at my mouth and shook my head. "Come here to the couch so I can look at you."

Kiara's confusion was evident as I guided her to the couch. She sat down as I put one knee on the couch next to her. Her abashment seemed to melt away as I put my hand to the back of her head and slightly lowered it.

Kiara's hand shifted, "I didn't think you'd be so forceful about it, but I know I'm ready to..."

I heard Kiara lick her lips.

"I think I know what happened."

All her movements halted at my declaration.

"What?"

I sat down next to her and her bewilderment was far more evident.

"I think the reason I can't find the chip is that its still inside of you."

Kiara's hand felt the back of her neck. "What does that mean?"

"The game is still running because the microchip is still sending signals into your brain. And it will until I figure a way to get it out."

Kiara began to cry. I embraced her again, for the I don't know how many-eth time. "I'm sorry Kiara. Don't worry, though. I'll figure it out."

"Ya don't understand," Kiara sniffled. "It makes me want to do so many things. When my eyes are open, I have this overwhelming need to be with you, to do things with you. But when I close my eyes, the game just repeats, and repeats, and repeats - I went through five pairs of panties last night before I gave up and had to sleep on a towel."

"So the new look today was..." I couldn't complete that sentence.

"All for you." Kiara looked up at me and closed in.

"But..."

"And so is this."

Kiara's lips met mine and the feeling was exquisite. She quickly broke through the barrier that my lips were providing and delved into my very being with her expert manipulations of her tongue.

It was a kiss that was more feral than what she gave me in school, but then again, we were at school. Without prying eyes, this was carnal.

Kiara slowly, and without breaking our passionate connection, moved on top of me. She smiled when she felt my erection against her. She seemed to cherish it for the briefest of moments until that wasn't enough. Gently, she began rubbing herself against me and I could already feel through my khaki's her wetness.

Kiara pushed herself into me, grinding against me harder with each movement. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, her nipples poking me like two little pin pricks of pleasure.

I had lost all sense of thought. My hands went to her sides and involuntarily, my hips raised up to meet the onslaught that was causing my euphoria. I broke the insane kiss as I strained. My dam was on the verge of exploding.

Kiara stopped all movement with a crazy smile. "Not just yet, Darling."

Darling? Did Kiara just give me a pet name? Where did that come from? And where is that cool breeze coming from?

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Oh my goodness, Darling."

My pants were at my knees and Kiara had already sat back on top of me, the head of my erection already inside her canal.

"You feel so good... Are you ready for the rest of me?" Kiara's smile was wicked as she didn't wait for my response to that question and lowered herself all the way down my shaft, impaling herself with everything I had.

I had several emotions about this, but none of them formed a rational thought, let alone a sentence. The best I could do was, "Ugh."

Kiara took my hand and placed it on her breast. When did she even remove the neck strap to her dress? The feeling was soft, pliable, and exquisite. Two wonderfully shaped orbs that I had every intention of investigating further to come to the conclusion of 'Oh Hell Yeah.'

"Pinch them, Darling."

Pinch? How did she really want me to do that. I can squeezed them.

So I did.

I can hold them up.

So I did.

I can even massage them.

So I did.

"No Darling, my nipples. Pinch my nipples."

So I did.

Kiara stared deep into my eyes, and I found unbridled lust waiting for me, "Darling, its time to make me your woman."

Finally getting what she wanted, Kiara began riding me, but it wasn't just a simple up and down movement. She pulled out several tricks; she arched her back, when she dropped down, she added a little corkscrew motion, her inner muscles grabbed at my invading spear. She pulsed, she pulled , and mostly, she smiled an animalistic grin. Her eyes remained locked onto mine, almost as if judging how much pleasure I was receiving. And her words? They just came in a torrential barrage, each word seemingly dirtier than the last.

"Fuck me. Yes, Darling, fuck the shit of my pussy. Show me whose pussy this belongs to... Fuck me!"

I had no response but to thrust into her. The feelings were of absolute pleasure. The velvety smoothness, the warm sensations, the sheer wetness that engulfed my manhood - A virgin, I was no more. My head was swimming, unable to concentrate, unable focus, unable to even breathe, and after all the foreplay - unable to last.

Ecstasy. That was the only word that could describe what I was feeling. Kiara was driving me to the state of nonexistence through ecstasy.

I grunted something fierce with Kiara echoing me exactly. Her channel squeezed against me, and it felt as if a faucet was turned on full blast. I was no better, as I let loose what felt like my soul into her and it felt like the whole couch - house - world shook into oblivion.

We stared at each other, our eyes expressing more than what words could. It was a surreal moment, and I knew then her feelings were now warped.

Kiara fell back to my side, and purred a contented little mewl as she burrowed into my side. My hand found a resting spot on her back and I rubbed it gently.

"That was..."

"Shh," Kiara smiled into me. "You don't have to say anything. That truly made me happy, too."

Not sure that was what I was going to say but I obliged.

We fell asleep, just like that.

*

Guilt. I had never really did anything that I felt guilty about; not even Mrs. West's car. But what happened on the couch in my basement and having Kiara feel absolutely happy and carefree about it... I felt terribly guilty.

I know Kiara would not have done any of those wonderful, pleasure causing, absolutely phenomenal - I mean despicable sexual maneuvers on her own, especially with me if she was in her right mind. The problem was that she wasn't in her right mind. She was living out a dating simulator in which I invented, one that focuses the attention of a female to dating me. And not just to date me, but to screw the living crap out of me. With me thrusting back into her, encouraging her to go further and deeper into depravity to fulfill the sexual outcome of me cumming. All the while, her getting insane pleasure from it.

I had to fix this.

But I first had to figure out what to do with the sleeping girl at my side. The one with a smile so large, the equator would be jealous.

"Kiara, we need to talk."

Kiara stirred from her slumber, first stretching out a little, followed closely by her using her hand to wipe at her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty."

"Really?" Kiara yawned and the smiled, "I don't think I slept so well in my life."