Getting ready for bed was something Jon had done a lot of times. This day his parents had gone to bed first, and he had already brushed his teeth. There wasn't much left for him to do this night other than listen to music, play a game, or watch TV, then go to sleep. At least until now.
The machine in the corner of the room was off. But his own clone, who had come from that machine about a week ago, was still around. She was sitting on the bed, waiting for Jon.
"Wait, I have an idea," she said.
Jonnie opened Jon's desk drawer and dug beneath last year's trigonometry textbook.
Jon began to wonder what she was doing, until it occurred to him. His porn stash was hidden beneath a piece of wood in the bottom of the drawer. he had never told anyone about it, needless to say. But Jonnie knew everything he did. "Wait!" he said. "That's my..."
Jonnie pushed the wood just right, making it pivot up, and retrieved the top magazine, which was a little bit torn, but still in good condition; Jon had only managed to get it a month ago.
"God," she said, "the centerfold this month makes me so horny. That body... those tits... that pussy...."
"Ssh," said Jon. He locked the door and walked over to the bed, where Jonnie was sitting down. "That sounds like something I would say. Except I'd never say it, because there's nobody I'd say it to. And I know better than to say it in front of a girl."
She was already unbuttoning her jeans. "Wow," said Jon. "Do I look like that when I'm masturbating?" What he saw was a version of himself with his pants unbuttoned, putting his hand inside and doing what could be stroking his penis, if Jon didn't know it wasn't. The sight of himself masturbating would be comical. But when the 'himself' had breasts and a vagina and was hot for him, it was arousing instead. He unbuttoned his jeans and sat by his near-double and began to masturbate. Except she stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's embarrassing... doing this in front of someone..."
Jon laughed, breaking the tension, when he heard that. "Jonnie, that's how I feel. Just let me see your pussy again."
"All right, under one condition."
"What's that?" wondered Jon.
The girl with his own face slid her hand down Jon's half-open pants and began to cup her hand around his balls, reaching a finger up to caress his penis. He moaned, if only because he felt he should, and said "Jonnie... These clothes are in the way. And we don't need magazines..."
Jonnie let him go for long enough for them to get out of their clothes. Jon's eyes followed Jonnie's nipples and the mounds that held them. Her eyes gazed up and down his naked body. He took two steps forward and their bodies were touching; Jon ran his hands down Jonnie's sides, feeling the shape that had hips proportionately wider than his own. Jonnie smiled and kissed him, from a mouth at a height slightly less than his.
Jon motioned towards the bed, and he let her go long enough for him to sit down and roll over, leaving room for his clone to join him. He buried his head in her chest and kissed between her breasts as he fondled them, while she reached down for his penis again. Neither of them seemed to have any body odor--or rather, what odor they had was identical and there was no way to tell.
"I can't believe we're doing this," he said while they explored each other's bodies. "It's our fantasy, she replied, then kissed him some more. After that she put her hands, flat, on the left and right of his penis and started to roll it slightly. With one hand she then held it and directed it to her pussy, letting Jon squirm into the right position... and hold on to her, pull himself closer, and thrust. The orgasm was almost immediate for Jon as he released his cum into her. For Jonnie it came nearly a half minute later.
They continued with caresses and kisses, until Jon withdrew and they stopped.
"Now wasn't that better than masturbation?" asked Jon as he lay on the bed cuddled up with Jonnie, both of them still breathing a bit heavily.
"It was masturbation. Sort of. Okay, very sort of..."
"Right. You're me, but you're another me."
"Yeah," said Jonnie. "When we started this whole thing we didn't think this far. It's a funny sort of feeling. You look in a magazine and just think about what it would be like to screw the girl, but when you're with a person, it can be different. I mean, we're not just together for sex. We do things together."
"We play games," said Jon, "do homework... talk about things... I guess that means we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. At least if we start dating."
"I'm not really a girl," said Jonnie, "I'm you as a girl. But yeah. Sort of. Does that mean that someday we might want to marry each other? I can't imagine it."
Jon laughed. "I'd never force you into a bridal gown. We'd better get to sleep." He stood up on the bed, carefully stepped over Jonnie, and hopped to the floor, then set the alarm clock. Picking up his pants, he got the stone out of his pocket and said "I wish that nobody outside this room heard or saw anything suspicious in here tonight."
"Good idea," said Jonnie. "It can't hurt to take precautions. Goodnight, Jon," she said.
"Goodnight, Jonnie. Pleasant dreams."
