****
Dinner ended without any incident. Caroline gave Tina a hug and me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before disappearing in a crowd of people.
"Your sister really hates me," I said.
"She doesn't hate you. If she hated you, she wouldn't bother giving you a hard time." Tina wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. Her nose was an adorable pink. I took her hand and squeezed.
"Let's get a cab back," I suggested.
Tina smiled and leaned over to give me a teasing kiss. "I can't come over tonight."
I groaned against her mouth. "Why not?"
She pulled back, leaving me aching. "I have an early morning. I have to go to Westchester and meet with a client."
I ran a hand through her hair and tugged lightly on the end. "I'll get you up."
"Mmhm, but all of my stuff for tomorrow is at my apartment."
"I could come over your place."
Tina kissed me again. "I'd love that, but I really do have a lot of stuff to prepare. This is a giant deal for me. If it goes well with her, she's going to refer me to a lot of high-profile people." Her expression turned remorseful. "Please don't be angry with me. You know this is all I've wanted for the longest time."
I sighed but nodded. "I know. It's okay."
"I'll make it up to you on Friday. I'll come over and we won't leave your place all weekend." She rubbed my chest. "I promise, okay?"
"Deal." I bent my lips to hers and fought the urge to drag her back with me.
Then I hailed her a cab and gave her one last warm hug before heading back to my place.
*****
Lights from the city drifted through the curtains, casting a hushed glow onto everything in my apartment. I hadn't turned a lamp on yet. I stood in the center of the room and listened to the faint sound of cars and people from below. Something about that relaxed me. At least, it usually did. I was edgy this particular night for a slew of reasons, most importantly due to the fact that an attractive but nonliving creature was in my closet.
Mark's words came back to me: I could do anything to it that I wanted. She would take it with that crafted smile on her face. Was it really all that different from masturbating? Myriad possibilities flooded my imagination and overwhelmed me.
Icy rain began to slap against my windows, tugging me from my sordid thoughts. I looked out the window and saw people scurry for cover. It was supposed to rain all night. It seemed fitting.
I pulled a beer from my fridge and opened the closet door. I only peered in; I didn't turn on the light. The smell of perfumed plastic greeted me. I stared at the dark clump that faintly resembled a body in the shadows and tried to talk myself out of what I really wanted to do. I wanted to yank Lola out and do things I'd never done to another person, knowing she would have to let me. It was a heady sensation.
My hand reached out and touched skin. It felt like skin, anyway. I kept wondering if it was better or worse that she so closely resembled a human being. I also wondered if it was better if I thought of her in terms of "it" and "doll" rather than "she" and "Lola".
I opened a second beer and continued to just stand there. The second beer managed to convince me I was overthinking it. My hand wrapped around hers and I took her out of the closet. Carefully, I placed her onto the sofa and sat next to her. I couldn't help but stare at those ideal breasts. They reminded me of a high school girlfriend's, and I smiled at the memory. Lola's were far better, though. Had the makers created nipples? I had to know. I slowly pulled the dress from her body and peeked. I couldn't make nipples out in the darkness, so I reached over and turned on the lamp. Her face was turned forward, but I couldn't shake the feeling she was somehow aware of my touch. Instead of it being creepy, it excited me. I decided I liked that she was so humanlike. I pulled on the fabric again and my mouth watered at the sight; not only had the creators made her nipples a delicious pink, but they were hard and obscenely real. I had to touch.
My eyes flicked up to Lola's face, but she continued to stare straight toward my kitchen. My hand lifted to her breast and I just went for it. Her breast was shockingly warm in my hand, and her hard nipple pressed invitingly against my palm. I reflexively squeezed and grinned when I found that it was very much like holding a woman's breast. In fact, it might have been better. She was absolutely flawless.
God, the things I thought of doing to her should have disturbed me, but I was lost to lust. I could have sworn her chest rose and that a faint whisper seemed to say....
The freezing rain fell in punishing waves against the windows, bringing me back to awareness. I looked down in shock at where my hand was. I yanked it away and looked at Lola's face. She hadn't moved.
"Jesus Christ," I said into the hushed and vacant apartment.
Unsettled, I put her back into the closet and vowed to have Mark come back and get her the next day.
***** Her mouth was on my chest. Warm lips and wet tongue trailed down and over my stomach. My hands went to her hair, pulling lightly. The pleasure was so outrageous I couldn't even open my eyes to look at her.
"Mmm," I sighed. It had been so long. Too long. My cock was already hard and tingles coursed through my entire body. I needed to be inside her and soon. Her barely-there kisses were nearly enough to make me come.
She whispered in an almost unfamiliar voice. "Beg me." Her lips tickled the skin by my hip.
"Please, baby."
Her mouth descended onto my cock and I gasped. One of my hands pulled too hard on her hair, but she didn't complain. My other hand grasped at the sheets desperately as if it would stop me from coming too fast. She hummed around my flesh and slowly worked her way on and off of me. Whenever she reached the head, she tongued it in a generous circle. This was unusual for Tina, whose blowjobs were amazing but predictable.
She touched my balls and played with them with her naughty fingers. I felt my arousal sharpen and knew my orgasm was coming. I opened my mouth to warn her but only a throaty moan spilled out. My eyes popped open as I looked down at her shadowed bobbing head.
Headlights shone through the window behind the bed, illuminating the sight. My heart stopped when I saw the top of a blonde head and eyes the color of the sky. I bucked against her, suddenly terrified, but my cock had different ideas. It somehow became more swollen in her mouth and jerked against her tongue. There was a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, and then the headlights disappeared, leaving us in near blackness.
"Tina," I said nervously, my voice shaky because of fear and because her speed intensified. "Tina?"
She pulled her mouth off of me. Her wet lips brushed my cock as she whispered, "You know my name."
Then she sank back onto me. My entire body jolted at the sensation and I started coming. It was unreal, but it was the most electrifying, biblical, indescribable, outstanding orgasm of my life. Almost painful pleasure flooded my body until I was a shaking, muttering mess.
An overwhelming desire to rest came over me. I wanted to know if I was dreaming, or if I had just been mistaken in my lust-filled moments, but my eyes closed and I obediently sank into the deepest sleep I ever experienced.
*****
I woke with a tremendous hard-on. I remembered the night before instantly. My hand went out to grab Tina, but she wasn't there.
Could I possibly have just dreamt it? No. My cock still felt wet, somehow, and though I was turned on, there was less pressure to relieve myself than I'd been experiencing lately. It wasn't a dream; I had emptied myself the night before into Tina's mouth. Definitely Tina. It wasn't like her to sneak in and out, but she did have to get to that client meeting.
I thought of the blonde hair and blue eyes I had seen, but I told myself that part was fanciful imagining, bound to happen after all my dirty thoughts. The person who sucked me off the night before was Tina, no doubt about it.
I thought only about my appointments that day as I showered, freaked out but not willing to admit it yet. My clothes somehow found their way onto my body, and I went out to the kitchen to make some coffee. As I poured myself a cup, I looked up and a strangled shout escaped.
Lola was on the sofa. Naked.
Frantically, I thought back to the night before. I only had two beers when I got home, not enough to forget that I had specifically placed her back in the closet. I had no intentions of messing with her further and I certainly hadn't taken her clothes completely off. I even had made a mental note to call Mark and get him to take her back. I looked around for her dress but it had vanished, as had her panties, if she'd been wearing any. There was something especially profane about her sitting there, nude and smiling in the wan sunlight that poured in from the windows. Like a robot, I went into my bedroom and found one of Tina's nighties that she left in a drawer for when she slept over. It was blue, like Lola's eyes.
When I went back out into the living room, I half-expected her to be gone, but she sat perfectly still on my sofa, looking as if she were waiting for me.
I put the nightie on, ignoring the way her skin felt against my own. I picked up my cell and called Mark.
"What's up?" he answered.
"You've gotta come back here and get this doll."
"Whoa, whoa. I thought we agreed on a couple of days."
I looked her over and tried to ignore the vague impression that she was listening. "It's freaking me out."
Mark sighed. "You really need to live a little, dude. It's not like you're cheating on Tina or anything."
"Please come pick her up," I said, trying to sound firm and not pathetic.
He sighed again and agreed to come by after work. "Just make sure she is exactly as she was when we opened her."
I struggled swallowing. "Okay. There's just, um, one problem."
"What's that?"
I shut my eyes and pinched my nose before taking a deep breath. This was going to sound bad. "I, um, don't know where her clothes are."
There was a brief silence on the other side. Then Mark let out a low whistle. "So, you did sample the goods."
"No. No, I didn't. I swear. I have no idea what happened."
"Uh-huh." Mark burst out laughing. "Look, no judgment."
My embarrassment shifted into anger. "No, really. Listen to me. I didn't do anything."
"Right. So I guess she just took off her own dress, is that what you're saying? The doll is good but not that good. As far as I know, she wasn't built to do that."
Fuck, but Mark was right. What had happened to her dress? Then a dark, cold thought came to mind. "Tina."
"What?"
"Tina must have found her. She was here last night."
"Oh, fuck, man."
I rubbed my face and let out a stream of curses. "That's why she left without saying goodbye."
"You better call her and explain."
"Yeah, thanks, Mark," I said sarcastically, hanging up on him. I called Tina's number immediately and debated whether or not I wanted her to pick up.