by Jay Manus

 

Elsa hadn’t moved a muscle since I left her.  She was still laying on the bed, her disheveled hair positioned haphazardly on the satin sheet.  She was on her back, and her large round soft breasts, nipples centered on each mound, were screaming, “feel me, kiss me, squeeze me!” with their very existence.  Further down, one long slender leg was straight, the other had its knee bent outwards, leaving a clear view of the soft flesh inside her thighs, leading to her sexy crotch. 

 

“Elsa,” I said gently, “wake up.”

 

She sighed and opened her eyes.  Seeing me, she smiled dreamily and rolled over onto her elbows, her feet in the air and her breasts resting on the bed.  “You’re amazing, you know that?” she said lazily.  “I’ve never seen a cock like yours, even in the movies!  And I’ve never had a better fuck with anyone, anywhere, ever.”

 

“Well, I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me.  As far as I’m concerned, you’re the sexiest woman alive.  Or, you and one other girl, that is.”

 

Elsa’s eyebrows lowered.  “One other girl?  Who would that be?”

 

“Elsa, there’s someone else I need you to meet.  Remember I told you I could make things happen, anything I wanted?”  She nodded, interested now.  “Well, before I called for you, I had another girl, one who I created completely from nothing.  In fact, I dreamed about her, and then she was there.  She’s a very good friend, very beautiful, and I love her as much as I love you.  I want you to meet her, and I want you both to live with me.”  Wow!  I couldn’t believe I’d gotten all that out in one speech!

 

“I don’t understand.”  So much for getting it over with.

 

“You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but I think the two of you could be friends.  Of course, I don’t want you guys to fight over me, so if you ever feel jealous, please let me know and I’ll make adjustments.”  I shrugged.  “If I have to, I guess I can even be in two places at once.”

 

Her eyes told me she was considering the offer, and I dared to let my hopes rise.  “You can always decide to go back to Brazil, though.  I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want to do.”

 

She looked down at my crotch.  “What, and give up that?  Forget it!  I’m coming with you!”

 

Grinning now from ear to ear, I transported us both to my living room, leaving the Playboy yacht rocking on the light waves.

 

When we appeared in my living room, Janie was sitting on the couch apprehensively.  She was very aware that her short life was about to change.  She was also very beautiful, leaning forward, hands clasped, forearms across her thighs, and big breasts hanging down between them.  Janie had restored her breast size to something approaching reasonable, though not, I noticed, all the way down to their usual volume.  There was clearly going to be at least some subtle competition between the two girls.

 

Neither girl was wearing any clothes at this point – nor was I – but I decided that it was just as well this way.  Clothes were definitely going to be optional in this relationship, and we might as well start now.  At any rate, nobody seemed to be embarrassed by their nudity.

 

Jane stood up immediately when she saw us standing in front of her.  I noticed each girl looking the other up and down, but neither said anything.  I took the lead.  “Jane, this is Elsa.  Elsa, meet Jane.”  They reached out and tentatively shook hands.

 

“Hi, Jane,” Elsa smiled politely.  “Looks like we’re going to be sharing Mr. Newman, eh?”

 

Jane smiled back.  “Yes, it does.  But it’ll be OK.  He’s got a lot to share.  And he can always make more of it if he needs to.”  She stifled a giggle.  Elsa, despite herself, giggled a bit as well.

 

“So, I understand that Jim, uh, created you in a dream?”

 

“Yeah, I guess that’s what happened.  I just woke up one day on his bed in the other room over there,” she gestured vaguely, “and there he was.  I don’t have any memories before that.  Didn’t even have a name until Jim gave me one.  Are you… are you a creation too?”

 

“No, I’m a model, actually.  Jim found me on the cover of Sports Illustrated and transported me here.”  She frowned for a minute.  “But I think I knew him before, like a few years ago.  How…?”  She looked at me quizzically. 

 

I cleared my throat.  “I, um, I gave you those memories.  That didn’t really happen.”

 

“Oh.”  She puzzled about that for a minute, then her face cleared.  “Well, it seems real to me.  What does ‘real’ mean anymore, anyway?”  She shrugged, making her boobs jiggle slightly.

 

Turning back to Janie, she continued.  “And then he gave me this fantastic physical strength.  I can pick up or break anything, and I’m also invulnerable.  Nothing can hurt me!”  Her voice, which had quickly gotten very excited, became cautious again.  “Are you strong too?”

 

Janie actually smiled warmly now.  “Oh, yes.  Do you really think Jim would have a girl who wasn’t fabulously powerful?  Hey, wanna arm-wrestle?”

 

Elsa smiled back and said simply, “Sure.”  They went over to opposite sides of the kitchen bar (which I had restored, along with the refrigerator and my curiously forgetful neighbor’s wall) and moved into position.  I was going to mediate, but they didn’t wait for me.  One said “Go” and they started pressing.  Neither arm would give an inch, but the tons of pressure they applied against each other quickly took its toll on the bar – which splintered and collapsed all over again.  The girls gave up in a fit of laughter.

 

“Hey, let’s go outside,” suggested Janie.  “I’ll show you around.”

 

“Ok, and maybe we can have some fun trashing things.”

 

With that they were out the door – still nude – down the front steps and out of sight.  Things were off to a good start, I thought.  The girls were going to be fast friends.