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Welcome to Body Double, Chapter 2, a Science Fiction Erotica serial
from GenericJoe. Chatper 1 can be found on my website
http://www.offthebeatenpath.org/genericjoe/stories.php3
Posts will be made on Thursday nights (so should appear on ASSM on
Friday). I have at least 15 chapters planned, possible more, depending
on response, and the needs of the story.
As with all of my work, this is free to be archived on non-pay, non-banner
sites, without my consent. Special dispensation for archiving granted to
Deja, Remarq, and ASSTR. Adults only, please, this is erotica after all.
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Body Double
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>
Chapter 2: Two bodies, one mind.
Alyson closed the robe around herself, and walked back into her
bedroom, where Nate was lying fast asleep. She sat down next to
him, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Nate," she said softly,
trying to wake him gently. She shook his shoulder, and he
stretched. Some of the covers fell off him, and Alyson looked
at this peaceful sleeper for a moment. He *was* cute.
<this is nate?> came the thoughts of the other Alyson, confused.
<Yes. He has the keys to the place you are. We're coming to get
you.>
<good. what are keys?>
Alyson shook Nate's shoulder a little harder, and kissed him on
the forehead. He opened his eyes, and looked at her blearily.
"What time is it?" he asked, and turned his head to kiss her.
She kissed him lightly, and looked at the clock. "A little after
8am."
"Ugh," he grunted. "And you are *up*?" He grabbed a pillow and
covered his head with it. "Let me sleep."
"I'd love to, but we have a problem."
"*We* have a problem?"
"Yes. Something is going on with our little science experiment."
"What? Did someone call?" He poked his head out from under the
pillow.
"I'm not sure what, exactly," Alyson answered. "And no, no one
called."
"How do you know, then?" he asked, incredulous.
"I just *know*." How could she explain voices inside her head?
<it's not normal?> came the voice.
He scoffed at her. "That's *not* science," he said, and covered
his head back up.
"Look," she said, grabbing the pillow from him, "I know it's
strange, but come with me. I *am* going. I have to. Aren't you at
least curious?"
"Curiosity is fine, but I'm tired, and I don't feel so hot. Plus,
I'm *sure* it's not as urgent as you think. We probably just
made some sort of mistake last night, and the nanites are dormant
by now. I'll check on the lab later."
"So you're just going to lie here, then?"
He sat up and fumbled with his keys, pulling one off the ring.
"I tell you what; since you're so worked up about it, take my key
and *you* can go. Leave the key in my lab. I'm going home to get
some sleep, since I can't here." He started pulling on his
clothes then.
"You're not going to come?" she asked.
"I've got a pounding headache, and only got a few hours of sleep,
what do you think I'm doing?" he said, a touch coldly.
"So you *are* leaving."
"I think that would be easiest, don't you."
"Sure." Alyson said. "Just fine."
Alyson pulled on a set of sweats and threw a change of clothes
into her backpack. Then she escorted Nate out of her dorm. No
further words had been exchanged. "Why did I sleep with him?"
she muttered to herself.
<because he's 'cute'?> Great, Alyson thought, now I have *two*
consciences.
- o -
Alyson stood at the doorway to the basement of the Braddock
building, where she had met Trevor the night before. She rolled
the key over in her hand, and took a deep breath. There was no
question -- she could really feel it now -- *something* was in
there, and she could feel it pulling at her. <i can *feel* you>
came the voice.
In fact, it was like radar, or a magnet, pulling her toward the
other Alyson. And the closer she got, the stronger it was. She
slid the key Nate had given her into the outer door lock, and
turned it. She went through the door, letting it click shut
behind her.
There was no doubt which door was Nate's lab door -- she'd been
there last night, but was fuzzy on the details -- but the pull of
the other was so strong. It felt to Alyson almost like a vacuum,
something pulling and drawing her forward. She fumbled with the
lab door key, finding the pull so distracting that she was having
trouble concentrating.
Finally, she slid the key home, and unlocked the door. She
stepped inside, and turned to the back of the room. A woman sat
there, on the floor naked and wide eyed. Light from a high
window shone down on her, making her seem to glow. She was
*almost* a reflection, but there were little things that were
different. Her eyes were a washed-out shade of blue. Her
hair...her hair was *completely* non-existent. And she was thin
-- no love handles or extra weight.
Alyson looked her over: blemish-free, with cool white skin.
Alyson thought to herself, "God she's beautiful" <i am beautiful>
Alyson caught the naked woman's eyes, and looked into them, and
felt the deep emptiness that was there -- a mind without context
or anything to grab hold of. She could feel the fear there, and
something else -- longing? -- as those eyes looked back at her,
and deep into her soul.
Alyson walked toward her, and then knelt down in front of her,
never breaking eye contact. As she got closer she kept getting
flashes as though from the viewpoint of the other woman: of
Alyson, radiant, walking towards her. A feeling of love and
trust for this other person who had come to rescue her.
Alyson reached out to the naked woman, and touched her gently on
the cheek. Then it happened -- they connected, and Alyson felt
herself stretching and being pulled into the body of the other
woman. First there was a flash, and then she realized she was
looking out of two sets of eyes, she was touching someone's
cheek, and someone was touching her cheek -- and it was both of
her. <It is me.>
Then Alyson realized -- the emptiness is gone, filled with all of
her own memories, experiences, life -- her very self! And she
had gotten something from the other woman: the feeling of fear of
being alone, the surprise -- and love -- for her rescuer and
self.
Alyson touched and felt her hand caress her cheek. She had
touched her face before, and knew what it felt like. This was
different -- it was *like* that, but it was also like someone
else touching her. <It's because the hardwired connections
aren't there. Why am I/are we even able to communicate
like this, be one person?>
The answer didn't come to her immediately. It must be something
about being basically the same, having the same DNA -- but there
was more to it than that. Twins had the same DNA, and this
didn't happen to them, did it? It was *definitely* something to
think about.
But right now there was something more pressing to do. She had
to get dressed. Her clothed body moved her hand away from the
naked body's cheek. The feeling of one-ness and connection went
down, just a little. She could still see through either set of
eyes, but it required a second of concentration.
There was also the sense of "other" in the other body. "We're
only one when we're connected," the naked girl in front of her
said, speaking aloud for the first time.
"I wonder if we can join without the physical connection--," she
responded.
"Or if we can stay separate when we touch," finished her naked
clone. And clone she was, or something very similar to that.
"I don't know. First things first, you need to get dressed."
Alyson took her clothed body, and unzipped the bag. They were
both still so connected that they both made the motions. <There
has got to be a way to do this,> she thought to her selves.
Alyson closed her eyes, and felt out her other in her mind.
There was a stream of thoughts, and sensations, passing between
them. She imagined it lessening, and filtering, so only strong
thoughts could get through. And she felt her other self doing
the same thing. <You thought of it, too!>
<Of course,> came the response. <We are the same, or very nearly.
I'm just so ... weak.>
<I guess that's because you've never used your muscles.> Alyson
stood. Startled at first by the other girl trying to rise
alongside her, she turned, and helped her rise to her feet,
feeling their consciousness merge with the touch. Alyson smiled
at her double and handed her some clothes. "I hope these fit. You
are thinner than I am."
Her other self stood there, a bit hesitant and wobbly at first.
Alyson watched with admiration as her other self slowly dressed,
using her muscles for the first time, going quickly from awkward
to co-ordinated.
"God, she is beautiful," she thought to herself, taking care to
suppress the thought and not broadcast it to her twin. Then she
realized what she was thinking, and thought <I'm not a lesbian!>
The shocked thought passed between them unblocked.
Her twin pulled a blouse down over her head, and looked back at
her. "I don't know, I think you're sexy, too."
"But..."
"I don't understand it either. Let's go back to the dorm."
Alyson watched as the other woman pulled on pants that were too
loose. She made a mental note to buy a belt. "OK, C'mon then,
I'll show you the way."
"I *know* the way," responded her twin.
"Oh, yeah," Alyson realized. "What are we going to tell people?"
"That we're twins? It's true?"
"Yes....you be Lisa, I'll be Allie."
"I like that, Allie," Lisa responded, stepping towards her and
taking her hand in hers. <And when we're together, we are
Alyson.>
And they were.
- o -
Allie approached the dorm, and unlocked it. Thankfully, the dorm
wasn't open yet, so there wouldn't be anyone checking who came
and went. She and Lisa would have to deal with that, eventually,
but for now they wouldn't have to worry about it.
It was strange, but fortuitous. When they had begun this journey,
Lisa had been unsure of herself, her steps hesitant and slow. She
had to lean on Allie for support, which confounded the problem --
a single consciousness trying to move two bodies. But she seemed
to get her legs under her, and by the time they were at the dorm,
Lisa was walking, supporting herself, and seemed to be managing
all right, if somewhat slowly.
Lisa walked up to the elevator and pressed the call button. "I
can't handle the stairs today."
Allie nodded, understanding. When the elevator arrived,they got
on and ascended to the third floor. "I wonder if Cheryl is
back."
"Me, too," Lisa said, laughing. "Of course."
"This is *so* strange," they both said, together, laughing. They
hugged, and became one again. Alyson luxuriated in the feeling.
She felt so much more complete when they were together. Not as
though she had been lacking something when she was separated into
Allie and Lisa, but more like she was *more* than she had been,
when she was Alyson. <The sum of the whole is greater than the
parts,> she thought, and realized it was true.
The elevator dinged three times, announcing their arrival at the
third floor, and they separated, and headed for their room. When
they got there, the door was unlocked. Allie opened the door,
and went in. Cheryl was sitting on the couch, and Lisa was behind
Allie, blocked from view by the door.
"Glad *you* finally got home," Cheryl said. "I waited up all
night for you."
Allie snorted. "Um, we, I mean I was here all night."
Cheryl laughed, "You mean you and Nate?"
"Yeah, he was here."
"Where is he now?"
"He went home. I had to pick someone up this morning."
"Who, and why don't you come in?"
Allie stepped forward. "This is my twin sister, Lisa."
"Alyson! You didn't tell me you had a twin sister!" Cheryl got
up, and went to Lisa and hugged her. "Welcome to Osprey, Lisa."
"Thanks, Cheryl," Lisa said. "Allie has told me so much about
you."
"*Allie*?" Cheryl said, eyeing her.
"A nickname. It's what I was always called at home," Allie said.
These lies were coming fairly easily, she thought.
"Cool. How long are you going to be here?" Cheryl asked, turning
back to Lisa.
"I...I'm not sure," Lisa said. "I hope you don't mind." <Didn't
even think about Cheryl.>
"That's cool," Cheryl said. "Family should stick together. SO
do you have bags downstairs? Anything I can help with?"
"No..." Lisa said.
Cheryl gave them a quizzical gaze.
"It's ... complicated." Allie said.
Cheryl looked back and forth between them, appraising them.
Finally, she sighed, and said, "Complicated I understand. Let
me know if you need anything." She eyed Lisa's bald form, "Like
a hat."
The twins laughed, and went to their room.
"Well," Lisa said, "we made it. Now what?"
"I don't know."
"What time is it?"
Allie checked her watch -- making a mental note they would need
another one -- "around 10. Damn."
"PhysEd Class."
"Yep. I've got to go to that."
"I'll work on some of this homework while you are gone." Lisa
turned to Allie. "I *really* don't want you to go. I don't want
to be alone again."
"I don't want to go. I remember what it was like, on that floor."
The two women hugged, merging together. Alyson held herself
tightly, wondering if she could separate, just a little. She
could feel her two selves -- Allie and Lisa there. If she just
concentrated...
Slowly, Allie and Lisa felt themselves separate, but intermingle.
It was like that first moment when they touched -- the feeling of
one-ness and other-ness all bound up together. Allie leaned
forward, meeting Lisa's kiss halfway. Little shocks of pleasure
ran up and down her spine as, she touched the other woman -- and
she felt similar shocks in the other woman, which just
intensified it. <Maybe I'm not gay,> she thought.
<It's just the 'sharing' thing,> thought Lisa.
<Maybe. Who knows?> Allie kissed her other self deeply, and then
separated. "I have *got* to go."
"So go then," Lisa said.
Allie turned then, and headed for her class. She knew there was
a tear in Lisa's eye, because there was one in hers too.
- o -
As usual, PE class was tough. Some savvy administrator had
decided that they would do "something" about all those Freshmen
who gained 10 pounds their first year away at college. So PE 100
was created. It was called "Run 100" by the students, and was a
mixture of weight training and track and field -- thus the "run"
part of the name. Today -- Allie thanked whatever powers that be
-- was a weight training day.
She grabbed her clipboard, and advanced to the Nautilus machines.
The other women in the class were there -- all grouped in their
little cliques. And ignoring her, of course. Which was normal,
they were all cheerleader or sorority types, anyway. Cheryl
would have fit in well here, but not some geek girl.
But, Allie realized, she wasn't alone now, was she? She could
still feel Lisa behind her, pulling in the direction of her
dormitory. As she worked out, she thought about what she -- they
-- were going to do about it. There were definite problems: an
extra person in the dorms, food, clothing. She was so thin! I
could be that thin! Allie increased the weight of the machine
she was using. I *will* be that thin.
Maybe once she lost some weight, and Lisa grew her hair out --
"maybe I should cut mine, so that we're closer, at least," she
thought. Then they would look more alike. They'd be almost the
same then -- was that what she wanted, same mind and same body?
Or would it just be easier? It would certainly let them stand in
for each other, wherever needed.
They could split the classes up, and then join up.
Allie nodded to herself as she moved over to the rowing machine.
It was something to think about. But it wasn't the most
important thing to think about. Allie started pulling on the
rowing machine, then realized the weight wasn't high enough. She
stepped it up several notches and pulled, feeling the resistance
in her arms as she rowed.
No, the most important thing was the attraction. She knew, deep
down, that she found some women attractive, but had *never*
thought of doing anything about it. Not until this morning, when
she'd touched her clone for the first time. And her clone had
gotten all her memories and thoughts and experiences, and *was*
her.
So was that it? Self-love? The ultimate in ego, making love with
yourself? This was even more powerful -- it wasn't masturbation,
or at least it didn't feel like it. Instead it was like being
with someone who just knew your every want and need, how to
please you.
Allie remembered an old acquaintance, who was an avowed lesbian.
What was her name? Angie? That was it. What had she said, "No
one can know how to please you as much as another woman." And
there was Lisa who knew more than any other woman alive.
Allie felt a shiver pass through her, and began to row a bit
faster. But that wasn't the whole story was it? Lisa hadn't been
a _tabula_rasa_, either. She had some speech -- from
where, who knows, maybe the connection itself, perhaps? And some
emotions. Allie remembered looking up at her savior -- her
original self -- and being so filled with love and trust and
relief that she was being saved.
She remembered how scared she had been, waking up in that strange
place, and not being able to go anywhere, or knowing that there
*was* anywhere to go. She remembered feeling another presence,
and reaching out to it, and finding a soul mate. That memory,
from the Lisa before they ever touched, was of a person who had a
lifeline -- a person who had never actually been alone.
It was no wonder she felt such strong feelings for her other.
And now, she was both, the 'original' Alyson, and the frightened
clone. And had all the emotions of both.
She sent a thought down that connection, to her other <I love
you.>
Allie felt Lisa smile then, and look up from their homework that
she was doing, and felt a warmth pass through both of them. <I
love you, too. Hurry back.>
Allie smiled, and rushed through the rest of her workout.
- o -
When she got back to her room, Lisa was still in the back room,
studying. Lisa looked up at her and said, "I'm almost done with
the lab reports."
"Cool, do you want to do English or French?" Allie asked.
"I'll start on the French; it will take longer. You need a
shower."
"You got that right. I'll be right back."
Allie walked to the bathroom, and Lisa sent her the image of her
ass, as she was walking away. <Hey,> Allie thought back at her.
<Don't do that, we've still got studying to do.>
<Oui, mon amie.>
Allie warmed up the shower, and started it going. It seemed like
so long since this morning when she'd last been in this room.
And who knew where it all was going to go from here? <Somewhere
good, I hope.>
<It will. Just think of all the time we're going to save by
splitting the studying. Oh, and Cheryl told me to tell you that
she was going out for the day. I told her that I would be sure
and give you the message.>
Allie laughed to herself, and climbed into the shower. She
quickly showered, and put her robe on, and went back into her
room.
Lisa was lying on the bed, earphones on, silently mouthing French
words. She looked up at her twin and winked. <I thought you
could use the desk.>
Allie nodded, and got down to work. She had a paper to write,
there was also a book to read, but that could wait until
tomorrow. She buried herself in her work, incredibly aware of
the person behind her on the bed.
She closed her eyes, and focused in on the work and began
slugging through it. When she looked up, with the paper
completed, it was 2pm. Lisa was still behind her, working
through exercises in the French book.
<I'm almost done,> she said.
<I'll get us some lunch.> Allie went into the kitchen and got
the makings for sandwiches. When she returned with that, and a
couple of cans of soda, Lisa had finished up with the French
homework.
"We're all done now," she said.
"Yep." Allie sat down next to her on the bed, not touching. She
was worried what would happen when they touched again, but wanted
to do it so badly.
"Ready?" Lisa said, around a bite of sandwich.
Allie nodded and put out her hand. Lisa reached up and touched
her hand, palm to palm. Allie looked deep into Lisa's eyes, and
nodded. She let the barrier they were holding go, and felt Lisa
flow into her, becoming Alyson again.
All the knowledge and experience they both had gained, mixed and
shared again. They lost themselves in the mix of the new/old
personality. Alyson let the robe on Allie's body fall open, and
let Lisa's hand travel down it, just barely touching each other.
She pulled back again, separating, and let the two women eat. It
was still too hard to run two bodies at the same time. <That was
amazing,> Lisa thought.
<Amen to that,> Allie thought back, finishing her sandwich
quickly.
Allie shrugged out of her robe, and leaned over Lisa. She leaned
down and touched her lips to her other self's ready lips. She
felt the connection begin, still distinct, but sharing in all of
the feelings and sensations.
She turned her head, and felt Lisa's tongue in her mouth,
reveling in the double sensation of both parting her lips and
having her lips be parted. She gave herself over to the kiss.
She felt Lisa's hand on her breast, cupping it gently, tweaking
the nipple exactly the right way. She felt the sensation pass
through her, down to her clit, and down to her toes, and up to
her mouth, and, seemingly through it to the other, where it
expanded again. Energy flowing from hand to breast to mouth to
hand again.
Allie broke the kiss, and helped Lisa pull off her blouse. She
shrugged her robe off, and kicked it off the bed. Once again,
Allie admired Lisa's alabaster skin. "I have to kiss it," she
murmured, and the other woman sighed, leaning back.
Allie lowered her mouth to Lisa's left breast, sucking in the
nipple. And in her mind, she felt Lisa's reaction, gasping,
electric, and wet, the nipple hardening, the warmth of another's
mouth around it. She sucked harder, and harder, flicking the
nipple with her tongue, and the energy cycled higher and higher,
as their connection deepened. Allie kept her mouth locked on
Lisa's breast, as the other woman struggled out of her pants.
Then Lisa rolled her over on her back, and she had to let go.
"Ahhhhh," Allie moaned as Lisa climbed on top of her. Lisa took
her other breast, and held it down to her waiting, open mouth.
Allie could feel Lisa's pussy, its wetness as it slid over her
left thigh. She brought the other nipple into her mouth, and
felt Lisa's hand on her sex. Her nubbin. Her finger, her breast,
her mouth, her pussy. The energy, flowing between them, of them,
building.
"It's like 69, only better," Lisa whispered, her finger sliding
now, in and out, and over Allie's clitoris. It was like
masturbating, she could feel every little twinge and tingle, and
know exactly what to do, what to feel. Allie matched her tongue
movements to Lisa's finger, building something powerful between
them.
But it was also not like masturbating. It was someone else,
someone else's hand and lips on her, moving in and out. Lisa
began moving her finger faster, and began sliding her pelvis back
and forth on Allie's leg. Allie reached up, and pulled the bald
woman close to her, pulling more of her breast into her mouth,
losing herself in the sensation.
It was building again, two pussies, two tightly entwined minds,
touching and feeding off each other, sliding and moving back and
forth, the electricity flowing between them everywhere they
touched. Their minds rubbing against each other. Everything
rubbing and sparking in friction against and with the other.
Lisa and Allie gave themselves over to it, rubbing and sliding
and caressing. Two people, conjoined in sex, but more than that:
one creature rapidly approaching a huge, building orgasm.
Lisa slid two fingers inside Allie's pussy, and Allie lifted
her leg to press ever tighter against Lisa's wet sex. Lisa pulled
her breast back from the other woman, and met her, mouth to
mouth, tongues thrusting against each other. Allie humped
against the other woman's hand, and felt her own fingers press
down into her clit. She felt her tongues tease and press inside
her mouths. She felt two orgasms build inside her two clits.
And when she came, Alyson cried out with two mouths.
- o -
Allie slowly awoke. It was dark outside, and the sleeping Lisa
was entwined in her arms. She looked at the clock. It read 8:05.
They must have fallen asleep after that amazing sex they, she had
had.
She got out of bed, and pulled on her robe, and shook her lover
awake. Lisa groaned, and stretched, slowly getting up. Allie
walked into the other room, and heard the phone ring.
She answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, Allie, this is Nate."
"Hi Nate."
<Tell him to fuck off,> came Lisa's commentary.
"Look, I want to talk to you about this morning."
Allie sighed. "OK, Nate. What do you wan to talk about?"
"I'm sorry I didn't go with you to the labs this morning. I was
tired, and more than a little hung over. If you were so worried,
I *should* have come with you."
"Well, Nate, at least you gave me the key. I appreciate that."
<Maybe he's not so bad.>
"What was it that happened anyway? When I got here everything was
pretty clean."
"Well, it was pretty bad, Nate. Blood all over the place."
"Then it worked?"
"Some, I guess. The blood was an odd color. Kind of greenish."
"That's strange," he said. "Oh well, we'll just have to go back
to the normal tests, I guess."
"That would be a good idea." Allie heard the sound of the call
waiting on the phone. "Nate, I hate to rush you off, but I've got
a call coming in."
"OH, ok. Look, do you want to do something?" he spoke hastily.
"I'm kind of busy this week."
"Well I am too, I was thinking of next weekend?"
"That OK?"
"Sure."
"Great!" he said. "I'll let you go."
Allie toggled the phone over, and said, "Hello."
"Alyson!" came the voice on the other end. It was her boyfriend
-- her *high school* boyfriend, Chet. "I'm going to be in town
next weekend, want to get together?"
<Oh, Shit,> she thought.
<Better tell him yes,> Lisa thought back.
"That, that sounds great, Chet."
"You sure, sweetie, you don't sound so good?"
"It was just a surprise," she said, faking a laugh. "I look
forward to it."
"Great!" he said. "See you then."
Allie hung up the phone, and turned to see Lisa coming out, a
blanket wrapped around her. She walked up to her and said,
"Well, at least there are two of us."
Allie just nodded and reached out for her other self.
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Stay tuned for next week's chapter
"On being two places at once"
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