Nothing Like Cybering

            “Very well.” Shelke reached up to untie the ropes. The two girls stood awkwardly, Yuffie rubbing her wrists and Shelke examining her breasts. “So… How do we proceed?”

            “Well… Why don’t we start with kissing? C’mere, Shelkie…”

            “Don’t call me that.” Shelke walked to Yuffie and clasped Yuffie in an awkward embrace. Yuffie placed her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and pulled their pelvises close. Shelke’s pale complexion turned red at the sudden, forceful contact. “I-Is this necessary?”

            “Helps to set the mood.” Yuffie touched her nose to Shelke’s. “Ready?”

            “I am.”

            Yuffie pulled Shelke close, pressing their lips together. Shelke trembled slightly in Yuffie’s arms, making her wonder if Shelke had any prior knowledge about sex. Had she ever been kissed in DeepGround, for example? Yuffie opened her mouth, closing it harder on Shelke’s. She sucked slightly on Shelke’s lips, hoping to provoke some kind of reaction. All she could really sense was that the reins Shelke thought she had on the situation were of very little use. Yuffie pulled back, still keeping a firm grip on the other girl’s waist.

            “You sure you’re cool?”

            “Y-Yes… I’m just… This is a very odd experience for me.” Shelke took one arm from Yuffie and touched her lips. “Does that not transfer quite a lot of biological material?”

            “You think that’s bad. Wait until we actually get down to the sex.”

            “Is there an exchange of biological material there as well?”

            “You could say that. Can you… Like, get us somewhere with a bed?”

            “Would a table not suffice?”

            “Well, yeah, but you’ll be really uncomfortable if we do it on the bar or something.”

            “Oh…”

            Yuffie looked around, discovering that Shelke had very little imagination. Nothing but a bed in a blank room. The entire room looked rather institutional, with its blank white walls and lack of windows.

            “Jeez… No imagination on you, huh?”

            “What?”

            “Well, what happened to the big ol’ rooms with big ol’ beds? Silk sheets and a bazillion pillows?”

            “… I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

            “Never mind. Lay down, okay?”

            “I am in control here.”

            “I know, I know. It’s just that you have no idea what you’re doing here. Let me take over for a bit, huh?”

            Shelke seemed to consider this, then sat down on the bed. “I will still be controlling aspects of this experiment. I refuse to let you have complete control.”

            “I expect nothing less of you, Shelkie.”

            “Stop.”

            “Make me.” Yuffie grinned and pushed Shelke back onto the bed before looming over the girl. Shelke was either pouting or glaring at Yuffie from underneath her fringe, breasts heaving slightly and jiggling underneath the padding of the rather supportive bra. Yuffie never could forget what a good bra could do for a rack. “Time for some fun. Just relax.”