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* 2042 *
 

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ACCEPT

He’s vibing her again; the third time today. Christina wondered if Dan was really the man when the remote vibrating egg started to shake, rattle, and roll in her pussy. She gasped as a wave of pleasure shot through her.

Whatever. Who cared if he was the man. He was a man (maybe), and had been willing to give her what she wanted for the last four weeks as a hand-curated playlist of imagery and video scrolled, stimulating Christina’s visual cortex with emulations that reminded her of her first crush; the one that got away. No, the one she froze up on - Dillon Massey.

All the while, Dan was stimulating her vaginal cortex with a syncopated pattern of flik-flik-flik, buzzzzz-bzzzzzz-bzzzzz, flik-flik-flik…

She'd never considered how orgasmic morse code could be.
 

Christina dropped the VR goggles onto her bed and pulled the vibrating egg out of her cum-wet pussy. Dan had done his duty - three times in a row. She was now satisfied and able to concentrate on her work. She pulled a plain white T on that stretched over her ample breasts and slipped on some black panties.

She plopped down in her black swivel chair and examined the three screens before her. Mathematical equations, software algorithms, and graph readouts from her latest test were cluttered across the screens, with the single exception of the rightmost corner of the rightmost screen, where a photograph of Dillon Massey was taped.

The image of Christina’s obsession was always present, calling, driving, prodding her to the completion of her work; to travel back in time. After years of theorizing, fabricating equipment, testing, and masturbating incessantly to likenesses of Dillon for twenty years, the latest tests all showed success in bar-graphed wonder. She was finally ready!

Time travel was possible and her ultimate fantasy was about to come true. Where most scientists were driven to unravel the secrets of the universe, or a deeper soul might seek to undo atrocities of the past, Christina’s single-minded desire had never wavered. A pang of nervousness fluttered in her chest as she thought of her deepest desire; to fix the key failing of her college career - locking up when Dillon Massey came to her door, intent on fucking, and missing out on the sexual awakening she’d been dreaming of since first beginning to masturbate.

Insatiable? Definitely. Confident? Not in the least. Sitting behind a computer screen was one thing. Meeting in person, an entirely different universe.

But all that was about to change.
 

She gazed intently in the mirror, feeling proud, but with butterflies in her belly. It was a rare moment that she allowed her accomplishments to sink in. Years had been spent toiling for this. It was finally time to acknowledge that she had succeeded. She was finally confident enough to take the final leap.

Christina strapped the transponder to her wrist, the cloth, metal, and electronic gadgetry carefully contained in a black plastic housing she’d painstakingly designed and manufactured with her 3D printer. It was a bit bulky, not unlike the custom made dildo she printed to exact specifications. But, like her favorite toy, the wrist unit had to perform to exact requirements; providing a ping back to her time, so the temporal scanner could locate and bring her back at the appointed time.

Christina’s focus took in the face of the woman in the mirror, and what she looked like; curious brown eyes, rosy cheeks revealing her nervous and excited state. Dimpled cheeks that she’d always had since childhood and never went away. They represented naivety to Christina and she’d always hated them.

Even though her body had aged, she supposed she’d aged well. That did little to make her feel like the world was her oyster. She’d still lost forty years of her life unable to get into a room with a man without locking up or freaking out. Now she wasn’t sure what was making her more nervous; the possibility of atomizing herself as she tried stepping out of time or the idea of meeting herself, and changing her past. Both seemed equally daunting.

She checked the readings on her computer screens one last time, and the timer setting that matched the display on her wrist: forty-five minutes.

Early experiments showed that after an hour, readings were erratic and return was unpredictable. The scientist still didn’t know what had happened to the four rats sent before that hadn’t returned. Maybe they lived their lives out in freedom. Or, perhaps they were cast into oblivion when the timer’s countdown reached zero.

There was only one way to find out. Christina hit enter and the countdown began.

30, 29, 28…

A pang of excitement gripped her belly.

20,19,18…

Watching the timer, she couldn’t believe that while others might want to save the world, all she wanted was to get fucked. No more living in the shadows. No more fear of talking to men. Her heart rate accelerated, as excitement transformed into anxiety. Christina bore down to keep her nerves under control.

10, 9, 8…

Christina’s throat tightened, constricting breath. There was no better time for a panic attack. It wasn’t a new thing for her, but never while fulfilling her life’s work and most compelling fantasy.

7, 6, 5...

Breathing became difficult, coming in gasps. Christina pressed against her belly, desperate to control her breathing as her lungs felt like a deflating balloon.

4, 3, 2…

A million terrifying pin-pricks of white coalesced around her. Even clenching her eyes closed couldn’t block it out. A profusion of blinding white tore at her insides as the last bit of air in her lungs tried to produce a scream that came out a whimper. 

1

Every sensation overloaded and disappeared all at once, Christina’s very existence dissolving in an instant, disassociating from reality in the most profound absence ever known.
 

* 2022 *
 

Chrissy rubbed her clit with elliptical precision, working herself into a frenetic mess on her dorm room mattress. Her college roommate, Gwen had gone out for the evening, and she was waiting for Dillon to arrive.

How had it happened? He was so hot and usually dated girls known for things other than a physics major. A few study sessions and he seemed to be a changed man.

Though he didn’t take his studies seriously, Chrissy could tell a difference already, and how wet she got when those strong hands were scribbling faulty equations in his notebook. She’d been fantasizing about his fingers and what they might do. She still couldn’t believe he’d asked her out!

It was that fantasy that landed her in her bed, fingers spreading her pussy while she stroked her clit and breathed into a building orgasm. She had to get her head on straight before he got there.

Getting off was necessary.

The sound of wheezing sent a chill traveling down her spine, freezing Chrissy in her elliptical tracks. Her hand flew away from her crotch and she rolled over in terrified curiosity to see who had caught her touching herself.

She quickly covered her intimate parts out of instinct, finding a woman standing unsteadily only a few feet away.

 “Who are you?! Why are you in my room?” Chrissy demanded. She dragged her blanket over her breasts protectively.

The stranger held up a finger, demanding a minute to catch her breath. Why was she out of breath? Chrissy’s eyes shot to her doorway, which was closed, and the latch on the handle showed it was locked. Chrissy sat up, alarm rising in her voice.

“How’d you get in here?”

The woman’s finger waggled forcefully; a threat of what would happen if Chrissy chose to disobey.

Chrissy opened her mouth, then thought better of it and was silent. In the span of seconds, she took note of other features. The woman’s brown hair matched her own. Glimpses of her irises showed the same color. Their skin tone matched, though the stranger’s face was flushed pink. Her body type was quite similar to Chrissy’s own, with similar dimensions.

Chrissy trembled. Her instincts were trying to tell her something, but she wasn’t sure what. The woman looked familiar, too familiar. Something wasn’t right about her, yet Chrissy couldn’t place it.

The stranger leaned against the wall, standing straighter, finally addressing Chrissy in a gasping manner. “Okay…. don’t have long… You need to listen to me or you’re going to fuck your life up royally!”

Chrissy’s brow furrowed, thoroughly confused. “How did you get in here?”

“You’re not listening. Chris, you’ve got to fuck Dillon Massey.”

“Wha?” A lump filled Chrissy’s throat. What the hell was happening? “Who are you?”

“Christina Murphy! That’s who I am… I’m you, from twenty forty-two.”
 

Christina watched as her younger self attempted to digest the news she’d just dropped on her. She could tell by furrowed brows and screwed up, unbelieving eyes that her college-aged self was having trouble. This was the stuff of science fiction. Could she really expect acceptance so quickly?

Christina strode unsteadily toward Chrissy, who flinched nervously and adjusted the blanket again.

“Listen, I don’t have time for you to catch up, so I’ll cut to the chase. It’s about Dillon Massey. Remember him?”

The college physics major’s eyes fluttered with recognition. “Y-yes.”

“Well, you need to have sex with him.”

Chrissy’s eyes bulged looking like she’d been scandalized, but Christina didn’t give her a chance to respond. “No, really! It’s important.”

“Why?” Chrissy pressed, still not understanding

“If you don’t fuck him, you’re going to regret it, really regret it. You’ll question everything and…” Christina stopped, feeling embarrassed at how obsessed she’d become over this singular moment in her unsexed life.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true! Because I’m you.”

Chrissy’s face screwed up but she didn’t say anything. Recognition played across her face as she leaned forward, staring and examining Christina closer. Her eyes squinted, then she opened her lips to speak, then closed them, then opened again, then stopped.

“You look like… me, but how can that be?”

“Because in the year 2042, you invent time travel, bitch,” Christina shot back, getting a sharp inhale of disbelief from Chrissy.

“Dillon’s coming, right?”

Chrissy nodded slowly.

“Look, I know this doesn’t come natural, believe me. I’ve been thinking about this for years, almost two decades,” Christina explained with conviction. “If I... If you don’t have sex with Dillon tonight, you’ll never have sex with anyone.”

“Never?”

“Ever!”

Christina cheeks pinkened and she averted her eyes from Chrissy’s wonderment, embarrassed to admit her truth even to herself. 

“Okay, then… Well, then, what do I do?” Chrissy asked.

“Just, do it,” Christina replied, regaining her composure.

“But I-”

Knock-knock-KNOCK.

They both froze, staring like they were caught in a horror movie and the psycho killer had just rapped at the chamber door.
 

Chrissy watched the door, her brain on overload. First, her older self showed up (which was insane, yet she found she believed her), then she’s told to have sex with Dillon in some make or break moment that will affect her for all eternity? While losing her virginity was everything she wanted, how could she go through with this? She wasn’t one of those girls. She was a nervous overthinker. No matter how horny she got, she always found an excuse to bail on guys once things started moving toward sex.

Her stomach twisted in knots, her pussy suddenly dry as the Sahara. She was terrified as ever with the idea that her life somehow depended on fucking Dillon tonight.

She scrambled for clothes, unable to find the black dress she’d planned on wearing. A grey tank top and pink shorts were pulled on before she had time to second-guess herself. Finally, she tiptoed to the doorway, brushing her fingers through disheveled brown hair. She glanced back nervously at Christina and took a deep breath, then opened the door.

“Hey, Chrissy. Are you ready to go?” Dillon looked immaculate with coiffed dark hair and those big brown eyes. His plain white t-shirt left little to the imagination of the rock hard body underneath. She sighed at his toned biceps and lovely hands, and dark jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. Chrissy couldn’t help but glance at his groin, at the hint of what lay hidden inside his pants. 

“Ready to go?” Dillon was asking again. He had an amused smile on his lips. Had he noticed her checking him out?

“Uhhh,” she stammered nervously. “You’re early.”

“Sorry,” Dillon replied with a hint of mischief. His eyes scanned over Chrissy and his eyebrows perked suggestively as they passed over her chest. “Do you, want me to come back?”

“No!” Christina snapped in desperation. “Have him come in.”

Chrissy stiffened at the order but kept her eyes on Dillon. He tilted his head to see who gave the order as Chrissy stepped to the side. “Y-you can, come in.”

“Thanks.”

Dillon’s bright smile sent a flutter through Chrissy’s belly as he entered the room. When he saw Christina, his head swiveled back and forth between the two. He looked intrigued.

“And you are?” Dillon asked Christina.

“She’s-,” Chrissy began, but the answer caught in her throat.
 

“I’m,” Christina paused like her younger self, wondering why she’d not already prepared a name to use. Then it hit her.

“I’m Candy,” she announced with a sly smile. Her username would be perfect for the occasion. “I’m Chrissy’s sister.”

“Ah,” Dillon replied with a smooth tone. He turned his attention back to Chrissy. “Am I interrupting? I could come ba-”

“No, not at all,” Christina interrupted. “In fact, you’re just the person we were talking about. Isn’t that right Chrissy?”

Chrissy gave a doe in the headlights expression.

When Chrissy didn’t answer, Dillon leveled a cocky grin at Christina. “What were you saying about me?”

Christina avoided answering, but instead eyed Chrissy with a command to act. This was it. This was what she was here for. This was the little push she’d wished she’d had twenty years ago. “Show him.”

“I.. uh, I,” Chrissy stammered, her face flushing red. “I can’t just do that,” she hissed to Christina. Her arms went rigid against her side. Christina had done the same when put on the spot a thousand times. Chrissy was locking up.

Anxiety flooded through Christina as her mission cracked and crumbled in utter failure.

“You have to!”

Her face screwed up trying to think of what to do and how to get things going again. She couldn’t believe how badly this was going - again.

“Do what, Candy?” Dillon asked.

Christina didn’t register Dillon’s address of her fake name at first. She was about to pull her more naive counterpart into the bathroom for a pep talk when she caught his teasing expression.

He knew exactly what they had been talking about and licked his perfect lips, eyeing her up and down.

Suddenly, it clicked. The stars aligned. Her years-long obsession with the dream-bodied bad boy overcame all of her insecurities and sent hormones flooding her senses and blood rushing right to her pussy.

“Oh, fuck it!” Christina mumbled, chastising her doe-eyed younger self. “If you won’t fuck him, I will.”

Maybe a little live-action porn would shake those perky twenty-year-old tits out of her shirt. If not, well, all the regrets ended here.

She strode up to Dillon, and dropped to her knees, grasping at his pants to loose the beast inside; that cock she’d only heard about and dreamed of for decades. When she glanced up, Dillon was wide-eyed, staring down in shock.

“Who are you, lady?”

Christina’s eyebrow raised as Dillon’s cock rose into view, large, weighty, and still rising to the occasion like she was zooming into a screen  She inhaled sharply and gazed lustfully at the deliciously veined shaft that was everything she’d ever dreamed it would be.

“The future,” she replied coyly and flicked her tongue over the tip with a circular swirl she’d seen in a thousand porn clips.

Fake it til you make it, sister!

Christina had repeated the mantra a million times, convinced that the mysteries of the universe could be unlocked with sheer will and intention.

Low and behold, she was right!

Oh, god! Tastes so good!

She stroked him gently, looking into delighted brown eyes. Her eyes fluttered, soaking up the attention. She licked her lips and gave him another lick, then opened wide and took her first cock into her mouth. Inch by inch she took it in, slurping up her pinup fantasy. Dantheman, eat your heart out! This was the real thing, the real, solid and filling dick of her dreams.

Christina lost herself in lust, not only for Dillon, but for herself. This was the culmination of years of work and desire. Somewhere between slow sucking and sliding her tongue over Dillon’s big cock, she realized she was half choking while he grasped her hair and thrust into her.

She pulled away when she couldn’t take any more, finally taking a breath.

“Mmmm,” she purred, wiping saliva and precum off her lips, then sucking off her finger with eyes locked on Dillon’s.

“Goddammit,” Dillon gasped, hornier than ever.

Hearing a feminine sigh behind her, Christina got the presence of mind to look back, finding Chrissy staring at her. She no longer seemed anxious, far from it. She looked desperate and needy, and positively jealous. Christina wonders if she even realized that she was caressing her left breast over the fabric of her tank top.

She was ready. Chrissy just needed to see what to do, and she would be putty in Dillon’s hands.

“Come here,” Christina demanded, motioning ‘come hither’ with her finger.

Chrissy’s focus fell on Christine’s motioning finger. Without a word, she approached in a daze, caught up in a spell of lust.

“On your knees.”

Chrissy dropped slowly beside her, her eyes never leaving Christine’s.

“You want it, don’t you?” Christine asked

Chrissy nodded, then the spell broke. “Wha-what?”

“His cock,” Christine reminded, not understanding the confusion. “You want to suck Dillon’s delicious cock, don’t you?”

She stroked his shaft sensuously for effect.

A hint of shyness returned as Chrissy’s focus turned to Dillon’s sticky-sweet meat as Christine slid her fingers over his glistening shaft.

“I… Yes?” Chrissy answered unsure and uncertain.

“Suck Dillon’s cock... for me,” Christina said in a soothing tone. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

It was both odd and invigorating to give the command. Christina wasn’t one who gave commands, not to anyone. But to herself of sorts and in this situation, she had to. Christina wished she had had a little devil on her shoulder directing her and getting her out of her shell. Maybe that is what she was, a she-devil.

“Are you kidding me?” Dillon interjected in disbelief. “You’re sisters.”

Christina gave Dillon a sharp and menacing look. “Do you have a problem?”

She grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze.

“Umm, no,” came Dillon’s careful reply.

“He wants it… He wants you,” Christine whispered.

Chrissy made eye contact with Christine. Her eyes were uncertain and Christine could sense just how tenuous the situation was for the young girl. This castle made of cards could come crashing down if things didn’t go just right.

She was reminded that this rabbit-like timidity was exactly how she’d ended up living in regret for half her life. Still, she gave a reassuring smile to Chrissy. This wasn’t just for Christine. It was for the both of them.

Christina grinned proudly as Chrissy finally leaned forward, tentative and almost seeming afraid to touch Dillon’s private parts. She placed her palm against the back of Chrissy’s head and gave her a gentle nudge forward until her lips touched Dillon’s swollen head. When Chrissy pulled back in surprise, gentle pressure from Christine’s firm hand held her fast.

Chrissy then glanced at Christine for approval.

With only a single nod, Chrissy was unleashed, letting go of anxieties and diving into the task at hand.  She was transformed into a different woman entirely, wrapping her lips around the weighty cock and bobbing her head as Christine had done only moments before.

Dillon groaned, enjoying himself thoroughly, having fully forgotten any misgivings he’d had about a ménage a trois with sisters.

Christina was so horny, but also proud as she watched the spectacle. Despite her virginity, there was no lack of talent in Chrissy's technique, due a great deal to watching copious amounts of porn. She reached back up and began stroking Dillon while Chrissy slurped and sucked.

Christina leaned toward Chrissy and the delicious cock, unable to hold back her own desires any longer. She took Dillon’s balls into her mouth, staring up at Dillon, then Chrissy, and enjoying their ecstatic reactions while Dillon continued thrusting into Chrissy’s mouth.

Tempted to go further, Christina took her newfound inner vixen to the next level. She slathered Dillon’s dick with her tongue, flicking and sucking as she worked her way up his shaft. She felt Chrissy’s wet lips touch her cheek and shuddered at the contact. Chrissy must have felt it too. She stopped bobbing her head, leaving only Dillon’s juicy head between her lips, and brushed the side of Christina’s cheek delicately where they had come in contact.

Chrissy shifted to the side, and slid her tongue down the length, facing Christina with a fervent look of lust. Christina could barely believe what she was seeing and began mirroring her.

When they met at the end, Chrissy pressed her lips to Christina’s and practically bowled her over, forcing her tongue into her mouth with unbridled passion.

Chrissy’s tongue performed a sensual dance across her lips, driving her wild and needing more. Christina presses back and kissed deeply into her younger self. Each kiss felt like it completed something deep inside her, each breath delved deeper, giving life to parts of her she’d thought had died from disuse.

How was Chrissy making her feel this way? Who was leading who? She gave up caring, wanting this more than even decades of Dillon.

The thought gave her pause as Chrissy kissed her neck and stroked her collarbone. They were in a special place, just the two of them, alone and together.
 

“Ahem,” Dillon interrupted, clearing his throat. “What about me?”

Chrissy didn’t want to stop this, whatever it was. It felt good, real, hot, and momentous. She’d never experimented with girls, but found herself supremely attracted to the woman she would one day become; the woman who had gone to great lengths to make this visit.

Christina wrapped her arms around Chrissy, their lips never parting until she had the young girl on her back. Christina was gazing down into her eyes, with care like she’d never seen before. But there was more there as well. Blue eyes that were mirrors of her own, smiled with a spark of mischief.

Christina crawled down and hooked her fingers over the waist of Chrissy’s black panties, sliding them down off her hips. Realizing the intent, Chrissy lifted her ass off the floor and felt the soft fabric slide effortlessly down her legs.

“I want you to fuck her,” Christina directed, motioning for Dillon to come closer. “I want you to go slow, and follow my directions.”

Who had ever paid half that kind of attention to her? No one. Christina felt oddly overwhelmed as years of insecurity were overridden by Christina’s single-minded devotion.

Dillon still seemed confused, almost distracted by the notion of Candy and Chrissy, sisters that made out and fucked. His cock looked harder than ever, though the detail was lost on Chrissy, who had eyes for another.

Chrissy’s fingers clenched Christina’s hair and her face scrunched up with a burst of pain when Dillon entered.

“Slower,” Christina demanded, but in a tone that lacked anxiety, only care. “Slower,” she repeated softly.

Dillon flexed his hips again, and the pain of the initial entry gave way to pleasure, and the next, and the next. Chrissy was soon awash in pleasure when a moan escaped her lips. She bit her lip to hold back a rush of emotion and looked up at Christina who was only inches from her face. Chrissy leaned upward and planted a needful kiss, only for her head to fall back to the floor as Dillon’s thick cock filled her completely. It felt so good, and her pussy clenched, not wanting to let go.

Dillon continued fucking, increasing his pace and intensity as directed by Christina. The two kissed and rubbed each other’s breasts and nipples, touching exactly the way they liked it, because they knew each other best. They were the same.
 

Dillon proved to be good at taking directions, acting as the tool of their pleasure and not seeming to care that he wasn’t the center of it all.

Christina relished the spectacle, turned on watching her younger self being given what she’d dreamed of for so long. She couldn’t remember ever being as aroused as this. Chrissy spread her legs and ground her hips into Dillon wildly. As far as Christina was concerned Chrissy was the star of this porno and a starlet like none other.

Being the same person, Christina naturally understood Chrissy’s body language as her movements became increasingly frenetic. Orgasm; her first orgasm with a man was about to happen. She wanted it to be something Chrissy would never forget and if she was being honest, Christina wanted to have a hand in the experience herself.

So Christine reached down and began rubbing Chrissy’s clit in the same perfect ellipses enjoyed so many times before. Chrissy’s eyes popped open at the touch, uncertain, but upon seeing Christine’s arousal at pleasuring her, a lustful smile spread across her lips.

Soon Chrissy began to moan, first small desperate sounds then growing to full-bodied growls as she was brought to ear-shattering screams, squirming and rocking and purring until she was spent and pushed Dillon away.

“Candy’s turn,” Chrissy gasped wistfully from the throes of bliss.

Dillon flashed his eyes at "Candy," showing he was more than ready for more.

Christina checked her watch. She was hornier than she’d ever been before. Her fantasy had been brought to fruition, and there was still time.

“Fuck me and I want your cum!”

Christina unzipped her jumpsuit and ripped her clothes off in one fell swoop. Her breasts fell out and Dillon’s eyes grew big as saucers at her curvy sexy body. Instead of lying down as Chrissy had, Christine got down on all fours and twerked her ass, teasing Dillon and inviting him to take her from behind.

When Dillon thrust himself inside her in one go, it was breathtaking. After years of working with her dildo, Christina had no problem taking the thick cock, and her pussy was so wet she was practically dripping.

Christina clenched her dream cock and flicked her hips down with every thrust, another trick she’d picked up watching porn. Dillon groaned in response, emitting masculine tones, first as whispers, but eventually full-bodied groans.

She could tell he was getting close.

That’s when Chrissy who she’d momentarily lost track of sat down right in front of her, laying back onto her elbows and spread her legs.

“Eat my pussy?” she begged.

Christina stared at the most beautiful cunt she’d ever seen - one exactly like her own. How odd was it to see her own pussy in person from this angle, sopping wet, still slightly dilated with juices slowly seeping.

Christina crawled forward on her elbows, and buried her face between Chrissy’s legs, licking her wet slit and running her tongue hungrily over Chrissy’s clit. It was like nothing she’d ever dreamed of. Eating pussy, almost her own, while being pounded from behind gave her the most luscious thrill of her life.

“Oh, god! Yes!” Christina screamed when she came up to take a breath. Dillon was driving into her so deep, she knew he was about to cum.

Waves of pleasure built, fighting for escape. Orgasms were usually intense but focused over Christina’s clit, but with a large cock filling her more than she’d ever been before, intensity spread out across her belly and up her spine, engulfing her entirely.

Her throat erupted with a stream of vowels as Dillon burst and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The universe became a place of buzzing potential and expressed energy all at once as flashing white pinpricks of light coalesced around her until there was nothing overwhelming whiteness wrapping her in ecstasy. As waves of pleasure crashed ashore, Christina’s existence slowly reformed. Her room. Her screens, diagnostic readouts showed high levels of dopamine, an elevated heart rate and respiration.

Even returned to her time, she still felt Dillon between her thighs and saw hazy afterimages of Chrissy spread out before her. A purr escaped her lips and she bit her lips, feeling both satiated and powerful.

Her wildest fantasy come true? Of course it had. She could do anything. She was smart, but also sexy, in control, and without comparison. Christina Murphy would never forget the day she had been visited by her future self. It was a necessary paradox, a planned encounter she would never tire of, and relive thousands of times.

As she finally drifted off to sleep, lying in her bed, a tiny smile crept onto her lips.  She felt full and satisfied like never before. She had a new understanding. Things were different now. She’d taught herself something; a revelation. For years Christina had clung to the theory that she needed Dillon’s cock inside her, thinking that going through with it would make her strong and secure and able to overcome regret and timidity. 

In the end, what she was looking for had been inside her all along.