I'd been single for about 6 months after a stormy 10 year marriage with what I thought was the girl of my dreams. I figured part of the problem was that she did not understand technology. I had wanted to show her a tour of the InterVerse, take her there on a romantic date, but she could not understand.

So that fateful night, I searched through dozens of online dating sites to find one which would be most suited to my needs. I looked at many ads, and slowly made up my mind on what I would put on mine. Single American Bastard mix", late 30's, lives with PC, self-employed hacker, ideal date: tour of the Interverse. After putting in his profile, he started checking out some of the chicks. They came in all mixes and sizes. While he wasn't particularly fussy about overall girth, he did have some standards and some of those chicks just didn't fit. He didn't see too much appealing, and decided to call it a night.

Next morning, he wakes up and checks his messages. There's this letter from this chick, he's pretty sure he didn't see her profile online, but she's going on, about how she'd love to go to the Interverse on the first date. What baffles him, is that he didn't leave any real information about himself on the dating site. This chick had to be a hacker to have tracked him down. He figured she must have been online while he was looking at profiles and matched his IP address with the domain name, gotten to the web page with this particular e-mail address.

He was intrigued. He wrote back to her asking if his guesses were right, and asking her for a date that same evening. He told her that he'd be using a skin of his making, but was wondering what type of skin she'd be using. Those who didn't go to the Interverse often, would take the really bad shareware skins, which all looked the same. He tried figuring out from her e-mail more information about her, but ended up in a dead end. She was using a fake name/address and there was no way to get anywhere with it so he gave up search for the moment.

He had some errands to run, but he couldn't help think about this chick. If she could hack him, she would be a worthy adversary, someone to stimulate his mind, someone to bring the best and the worst out of him. Sure enough an e-mail was waiting for him when he got home. She had her own skin. This could prove to be really interesting. They were to meet at 6pm in front of the Mc Donald's on the main street. Buzz decided to make sure his place in the InterVerse was ready for company. He wasn't sure if he'd have time to program in a whirlpool bath but he decided to make it into an afternoon project. The spare room was converted into a honeymoon suite, with all the right colors, furniture and lighting, including the hot tub in the corner. It was 5:30 by the time he finished testing his room to make sure he hadn't overlooked anything. With an after thought, he also added in virus protection. What if this chick's gimmick was to seduce men and kill them in the Interverse?

He was standing in front of the Mac Donald's at 6pm, with one red rose. This chick appeared in front of him, Buzz is amazed at the beauty of the skin. He can tell it's an advanced skin, with detail fine tuning. He'd be in awe if he realized she made it herself.

"Lana?"

"Nice to meet you Buzz, nice skin".

Buzz thought this was getting better all the time, he was rather proud of his skin, one of the most advanced ones for a while, but he hadn't added too many new features recently. Just fine tuned some.

"Amazing skin Lana", and he offered her the rose.

For the next half hour they wandered around aimlessly discussing the various features their respective skins had. After which Buzz got brave and asked if she wanted to see his pad. She giggled and suggested that instead they go see her pad. Buzz ready to please a lady agreed. It turned out her place was a few blocks away from his place. Which meant she'd been a player for a while, why hadn't he noticed her before?

Her skin was a beauty, She had long black hair that went up to her ass, big dark eyes, and glasses. Her face was well done, pale and yet with touches of pink, like her lips, which were able to mimic many emotions. She was wearing a black skintight mini-dress. The design of the dress was pretty neat, it accentuated her long neck, and showed off her flat stomach, and she was wearing 3 inch platforms, giving her legs a gracefulness as she walked. She had built in gracefulness into her skin. Her walk was perfect, she was sensual and seductive. He couldn't help to wonder which parts of the skin depicted the real Lana. Some of it had to be real.

For his part, his skin was an accurate representation of him, about 8 years ago. It was what he looked like when he first started, and he never bothered making it age with him. He was a touch more muscular, and the clothing he wore then seemed to work for women. Black jeans, tight at all the right places, and a black vest. A chain dangling with an eagle feather. He hadn't seen a haircut for several years so his hair just hung there, untamed, and he was probably smoking some reefer back then and had that semi-dazed look on him.

He walked into her world created in the Interverse, and it was so cool. Walking into her back room, was walking into a black hole. Everything seemed to be pained black. It was only lit by a black light, and depending on how your eyes adjusted you could see a futon, and a few other things. He got his bearings and sat down, she sitting down next to him. Wondering how well his skin had been programmed to handle sex. His ex-wife had never wanted to try it. He could only guess. Ultimately it was all a mind game. But if done right, it could feel like the real thing. The beauty of it he was thinking is that even if you're not in the same room, you can have great sex. Many times a day. Now he was sure he was grinning, in both worlds.

"So Lana, how real does your skin really feel?"

"I was afraid you'd never ask", Lana said, popping the one button in the front of the dress that held it together. Out popped her breasts, looking incredibly real, and perky.

He walked over and hoped he could feel through his hands. He didn't know if it really felt like skin, but the sensation he got was of very refined silk. And then his brain stopped analyzing and just gave in. She was arched and he kissed up and down her neck, to each breast, while holding her with one hand behind her back. It would have been an awkward position in the real world, but here it worked without any effort. It was like he was playing her like a guitar, one hand in her back, the other hand caressing her body, complementing what his face and mouth could not do. He felt like he was playing a very passionate melody. Perhaps it was even a bug in the software.

She felt good and she felt real. She smelled of musk, and he could have sworn he smelt her pussy. He cradled her butt with both hands and dived his face into her partially shaved pussy. Then he got up. Standing holding her his face inside her juices, and he could feel her skin shake and quiver. He dove in and stayed in that position for what became a trip into itself. The skins had blended. He could feel her code and his code. He could feel her pleasure recipient nodes, and mix them with his and shoot it back at her, and blow her mind.

He lost track of time, but ultimately they decided to untangle themselves out, and separate their skins, only briefly, Lana had put her arms around his neck pulled herself up, an onto what became an erection. This was going to be cool. He was thinking he should have programmed in the ability to float. Again their skins blended and he bounced her off his hips for what felt like an eternity. Something he could not get enough off. The sensation came from his loins but expanded to cover every inch of his body. He was sure he was as aroused in the real world. But unlike the real world, the peaks were preprogrammed and while with merit, not perhaps as intense as it could have been. It's hard for some to feel something exists unless they've experienced it. He was one of those. He felt his program lacking.

He would have to meet this chick in the real world. But meanwhile, he felt it was time for a change in scenery. He put her down on the bed, and then bounced on top of her. He let go of some roaring sounds, and just gave it to her like there was no tomorrow. He could just let go of all this sexual energy, not get physically tired, and feel this intense gratification, which she seemed to share if his spying while their skins merge was correct.

Then she pushed him off, and sat on top of him, and bounced herself back and forth with no real effort. She put his hands on her breasts, and it was her turn to roar. And then they sat facing each other, and gazed into each others skin, into each others eyes and soul, and he got lost there for some time. What brought him back was the feeling of ejaculating in the real world, while in the Interverse he was simulating it, going wild, his skin was beyond his control. After the aftershocks and fireworks subsided, he had to just unplug himself, his skin had crashed from over stimulation.

Back in his room, he went to take a shower since he was soaked in sweat and semen. After putting some fresh clothes one, Buzz goes back to his PC and e-mails her the real question. His place or her place? Then he apologizes for his skin having crashed at such importune moment.

Buzz sits back happy. His software stuck out till the end, he may have met the chick of his dreams, and it was as he thought, the sex in the Interverse could be as good as you cared to program it, and this was a software he was really going to tweak...

To be continued

December 19th, 2000
Jessica Lovecraft
Lovecraft Productions (c) 2000

Some of the inspiration for this story comes from reading Snow Crash by Neil Stephensen. Any resemblance to a person dead or alive, or a character in a book, is purely coincidental. This story is completely the work of my warped mind.