Future Darkly: The Aura Doll

Becca’s on the patio, nose in a book, when her friend shows up with two coffees. They hug, sit, gossip about next semester until her phone buzzes. A match from that dating app. Her friend grins, tells her to swipe. The guy’s older, good-looking, and straight to the point: he and his girl want a threesome tonight. Becca blushes, bites her lip, but fires off an answer anyway. She stands in her bedroom later, bra and panties, staring at the mirror and smirking. Phone buzzes again: “We can’t wait to meet you.” That smirk grows. Robert opens the door with a warm smile and takes her hand. Candles glow, they talk, nerves crackle but the chemistry clicks. Becca’s almost ready to lean in when she realizes someone’s missing. “Where’s your girlfriend?” Robert leads her to the dining room. A silicone doll sits frozen at the table in a party dress. Becca’s stomach drops. She grabs her bag and bolts, Robert yelling behind her that Harper’s real to him. Back in her bed, she dreams of Harper beside her, fingers tracing silicone curves. She wakes up wet and rattled. All day her thumb hovers over Robert’s profile. By nightfall she’s at his door, heart pounding, pussy throbbing. She storms in, plants a hard kiss on his mouth. “I want to try it,” she whispers. Robert’s eyes water. He pulls the blanket back. Becca strokes Harper’s face, then leans in and kisses the doll’s lips. Robert helps her peel off Harper’s nightie, guiding Becca’s hands over the firm little tits. Becca’s breath catches. Robert slides her own clothes off, spreads both girls open, and eats them in turns, tongue flicking Becca’s clit then Harper’s smooth, parted lips until Becca’s shaking. Harper may be silicone, but Becca’s not sure she can ever go back to flesh alone.