"Feel-U-Feel-Me" Novel by Stewart and Rebecka Dickson

Riot Grrrl is back in her dorm room again. She has now made room in her stack of equipment for a Feel-U-Feel-Me device. She has her Cyber-Mate up on an I-Talk window. "OK," she says, "Fire up your pad."

Ripples "pop" in the Feel-U-Feel-Me device on her desk, as the connection is made, then dissipate. The imprint of Cyber-Mate's hand breaks the surface as he touches the pad on his end.

Riot Grrl touches the imprint in the pad, tentatively with just her fingertips at first. "Oh, too weird!" she says, flattening her palm onto his and slowly drawing it across.

"I know what you're thinking," she says coyly as she strokes his hand. She steps back and pulls her tube-top up and off over her head. She picks up the Feel-U-Feel-Me pad so she can bend over it and lowers her nipples onto it.

Teasing at first, she pulls back and only allows the briefest moments of contact between his fingers and her breasts. Then she presses the pad to her chest and lets the impression of his hands run over her.

Now what has happened? His hands are gone. She looks at the computer monitor. Cyber-Mate is bending down, removing his pants.

She sees him stand up again, lift his Feel-U-Feel-Me pad and press it to his groin. Instantly, she feels his pelvis against her chest. And his penis growing large in her bosom. Without thinking, she pulls the pad upward. The penis shape in the pad falls outward over her collar bone. She can feel it against her neck. It feels real.

Riot Grrl extends her tongue and touches it to the pad at the head of the virtual penis. It feels warm. Tastes a little metallic -- but no electrical shock or anything. She opens her mouth, puts the penis inside and sucks it inward. She hears her Cyber-Mate moan from the computer monitor. She can feel the impression of his penis pulsing in her mouth and she sucks it again.

As she continues giving head to the virtual penis in the Feel-U-Feel-Me pad, flames of bright orange swirl about the images in the pad. She feels energy swirling in her mouth. The feeling is incredible, like nothing she has ever known. "Ohhh," he cries from the computer's speakers.

The penis is growing larger, the pulsing stronger. She knows he is ejaculating, but it is as if it's inside a condom. She feels the spurts, but they don't go into her mouth.

What she does feel is a wave of slight disorientation. A field of blue-green phosphenes fade into her vision. She senses the presence of other bodies around her, although she knows it's just herself and her Cyber-Mate.

Large bodies. She feels low tones resonating within her, filling her soul. Then, "ping!" An impression in her mind -- a shape -- a graceful, involuted form at once elegantly simple and incredibly complex in its density, for it is a hyper-structure. She can see the inside and outside of the form simultaneously. She sees a myriad dimensional spaces converge and twist into this one, single form.