Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I squeeze my legs together, shivering, my clit furiously pulsing in a way it never has before.
DakkyDuck: I want you to come for me.
I picture Jack Cross, his fist pumping, his dripping length, every part of him aimed at me, and only me.
DakkyDuck: I want you to explode for me.
TheRealCreator: Fruck
TheRealCreator: SadsdxaqsdxAZX
I smile with a sense of power that makes my head spin. I feel a little guilty, knowing I’m not doing the same. I squeeze my keyboard and mouse so hard, it’s a miracle they don’t break.
TheRealCreator: Did you… too?
This is a little white lie. For both of us. Right?
DakkyDuck: Yes. My legs are still shaking and I’m dripping all over my computer chair.
I’m shocked at the words flying from my fingertips so casually. My temperature rises just thinking about him emptying his thick cock with my image firmly held in his mind.
In the game, he climbs onto the bed and then lies down. I smile, then lie down next to him.
TheRealCreator: I might be into this roleplay stuff.
His character wraps his arm around mine. A window pops up on my screen, asking me if I’d like to push him away or cuddle closer. I cuddle closer.
DakkyDuck: Can I ask you something?
TheRealCreator: Anything.
DakkyDuck: Is there a reason you haven’t tried to see me in person?
TheRealCreator: Yes.
I wait with bated breath for his response.
TheRealCreator: I feel real.
I laugh in delight, surprised by this sudden emotional depth. In all the years of being aware of Jack, he’s seemed grumpy, distant, and sometimes cold. I never would’ve guessed there was all this humanity running beneath all that.
DakkyDuck: Do you feel realer here, in the game and over text, than in real life?
TheRealCreator: The way you ask that question makes me think you know exactly what I’m talking about.
DakkyDuck: Maybe. Me and my friend, Mara, we started playing this game on release. We had someone else, too. They had a big impact on us, on our attitude to the game. But they don’t play anymore.
TheRealCreator: That’s a shame.
I swallow a lump of emotion.
DakkyDuck: Yeah. It really is.
TheRealCreator: I’m sorry—and yes, beautiful. I feel realer here sometimes.
DakkyDuck: Why?
TheRealCreator: That’s complicated. And it makes me sound ungrateful.
DakkyDuck: If you can’t be honest here, in a cave in an impossible level, after we just made virtual love, when can you be?
His character chuckles beside mine. For a moment, it’s like we’re actually in bed together. Like I can feel his warm arms beside me.
TheRealCreator: I was a loner for most of my life. From when I was a kid to the age of thirteen, it was just me, my books, and my computer. My father worked away a lot, and my mother, God bless her, was trying to get her jewelry business off the ground. I liked being alone. Invisible. Then, at thirteen, I won a State science competition. When I came back to the school, I was being… seen. Noticed. Not in a bad way. But I hated it. I hated people having ideas about who I was then. That there was an image of me in their minds. So, for two years, I failed science on purpose.
I stare at his message in complete shock, sympathy hot on its tail. Of all the images and ideas of Jack in the public eye, I’ve never even heard of this side of him. He always seems so confident, so in control.
DakkyDuck: I want to say you should’ve been proud. Because you deserved to be. But being a kid is tough. All I can say is: I’m sorry you had a hard time, Jack. Really, genuinely sorry.
TheRealCreator: Thank you.
DakkyDuck: You said you failed on purpose for two years. What happened after that?
TheRealCreator: My dad stopped working away. He was furious when he found out I was failing. And even more furious when he found out the reason. After that, there wasn’t much of a choice. It was either submit my actual work or face his wrath.
DakkyDuck: It’s hard, not wanting to be seen. I tried to stream so, so, SO many times before I finally took the plunge. Even now, people are surprised when I tell them I still get nervous.
TheRealCreator: Are they?
DakkyDuck: Does that surprise you?
TheRealCreator: The first moment I saw you, you reminded me of me. Outwardly confident, taking no crap, but inside, there’s still a scared little kid.
I swallow.
DakkyDuck: Isn’t that true for everybody?
TheRealCreator: Maybe it is. But I didn’t feel any kind of connection with anybody else.
A pause. I lean back, looking at us on the bed together. Outside, the wind is howling. I feel cozy and closer to the fantasy goblin than I’ve been with any real man. Probably makes me crazy, buuuuuuuuuut… I’ll think about all the implications later. Maybe.
TheRealCreator: I want to see you for real. But I have to be careful. Everywhere I go, there are people who want a piece of me. Taking photos constantly. Being seen together in public means your life being unfairly turned upside down.