Laia's Diary

I started this story after playing around with Illusion's Artificial Girl 3 as modded by members of the Hongfire community. I realized that the game was a sandbox, and that a sandbox gets boring without a narrative. So I made some characters and then some stories began to develop.

Codes: fpov exh voy mf ff mff boats rings mc

I have since deleted the game, so there won't be illustrations in this one.

Selections from Laia’s Diary

Day 1

I moved to town today. It is very different from the small place where I grew up. I think I like it. I have an apartment walking distance from everything the beach, the train station, and even a little downtown.

I saw a really cute boy today. He was walking with another girl, but when he saw me he came over and asked me if I was new in town. I said he was, and he told me it was tradition here to welcome people with a hug. Then he hugged me.

It felt good, but it also felt too fast. I stepped back. I don’t remember what I said, something about going too fast. He just smiled, and leaned in and kissed my cheek, and went back to his girl.

She was very pretty. I hope he thinks I am pretty. I think I like him.

Day 3

I was walking on the beach today when I saw the boy again. He was with a different girl this time. She was very small and very tanned, wearing a tittle pink swimsuit.. He saw me and came over, holding  her hand. I was surprised to see that her pink swimsuit was not just very small, but it was connected to something stuck through her nipples. Like a pin through her nipple, with rings around it, and then straps around her back and neck. So from a distance it looked like a small thong bikini, but once you got close you could see her whole nipple and the pale skin around it from her old swimsuit.

He gave me another hug, and a little kiss on the cheek. When I stepped back he asked me how I liked the town so far. I told him it was nice. He asked where I was saying, and I told him that I found a very nice room to rent, but that it was a little more expensive than I wanted to spend.

Then the dark girl introduced herself as Belinda. She said that she and her girlfriends were sharing a rooming house, and there was lots of room. She gave me the address and told me to stop by and talk to Mrs. Roy, the landlady.

I thanked her. She was very sweet, but all the time I had trouble not staring at her chest.. She had small firm breasts with dark little nipples that stuck out very far. I could see from her tan lines that her old bikini had been a little micro bikini, and that this one covered even less than the old one did. I guess I was staring.

She noticed and laughed a little. “Do you like my nipple shield?”
I blushed. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It did when I first got it. Now it just feels good.”
“What, when you move around”
“That. And it is even better when we are having sex.”
I could not believe that she was talking something so intimate to someone she had just met.

I stammered something incomprehensible, and I could feel my cheeks start to flush. I had to make myself look away from her chest.

She smiled, and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek, just like he had done.

Then she turned and walked away after him. She ran a few steps to catch his hand, and they went down to the right side of the beach.

I went to the beach house and got a cold drink from the vending machines. I sat on the stairs and looked at the ocean while I drank it. I liked him, and I think he might like me. But he is clearly with her. And they are having sex. So I can’t have him. Can I. But what was that about the kiss right before she went away?

She has lovely eyes.

As I got up to go back home I could see them on the other end of the beach. He was standing behind her, kissing her. His hands were on her chest. She was leaning back into his arms. I wanted to go look, but I knew that would be wrong.

All the rest of the day I kept thinking about them on the beach.

When I changed to go to bed, I spent a long time looking at my breasts in the mirror.

Mine were larger than hers, and softer, and pointed more, with larger acorn-shaped aureoles around my nipples. I reached a hand up and pinched my right nipple, wondering what it would be like to have a piece of metal through it. Would it hurt, would it tug. I pulled on it. It hurt a little, but it also sent a tingle through my breast and down to my groin. I pulled it again. Then I pinched and pulled the other. Then both together. I had a tingling itch between my legs.

I got up, and finished getting ready for bed. For some reason, I threw my usual cotton pajamas into the laundry hamper. Then I went into my bottom drawer, the one with the clothes I don’t wear very often. At the bottom I found a sleep set: a sheer green sleep dress and some little white panties with green flowers. I did not remember buying it, maybe a friend had gotten them confused with mine when we packed to leave home.

I put the dress on, and the panties that went with it. It was very comfortable, but the fabric was so thin that I could see everything. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time, then turned out the light and climbed into bed.
   
As I lay there, my right hand went back to my breasts. I rubbed my left breast, then pinched the nipple again. I slid my left hand under the panties and stroked myself. I rubbed my mound, and both sides of my lower lips. I imagined that he was rubbing me. What would his hands be like? My right hand pinched my nipple. Other boys had touched my breasts back home, and it was nice, but just thinking about him touching them was giving me even more sensation than I had ever had before. I rubbed my breasts harder, then gently with soft feather touches. My right hand had spread the lips of my vagina and started spreading the wetness around onto my lips. I brought my finger to my mouth, licked it to wet it, and touched my clit.

I thought about what it would be like to have him stand behind me and rub them like he had rubbed Belinda's nipples. Would he like mine better? I hoped so. As I thought about the way he held Belinda, I rubbed my clit harder and harder until I came. When I came I pinched my nipples hard!

I fell asleep with one hand in my panties and the other on my chest.

Day 8

I thought about him a lot over the next few days. I imagined what it would be like to kiss him for real, even though I knew I was much too shy to actually do anything.

I thought about Belinda too: the way the muscles in her back and butt moved when she jogged to catch up with him; how sexy it was to see her old tan lines around her new bikini; about the way the long braid of hair down her back moved when she walked.

Today I bought a new bikini at the store in town.  I knew I needed one for the beach. Where I used to live, all we had was a public pool. I always wore a one-piece swimsuit there. But this time I went over to the bikinis. I looked at a micro bikini top like the one that had made her tan lines. It would barely cover my nipples! Then I saw a normal bikini, in bright red. It was much more daring than I would have worn at home, but I realized that I was free here in a way I never was before. Nobody knew me. Nobody really cared who I was. And no one else from where I worked lived here, or even came here. So I could try new things. I bought the red bikini. Then I bought some accessories to go with it, including some new red shoes. I think the thong is the same style that made her tan lines.
           
I hope he likes red.

Day 9

He likes red!

I put on my new swimsuit and brought my book and a towel to the beach. I hoped I would see him, and I did. He and Belinda were playing with a frisbee. I sat and pretended to read, but I was really watching them.

She is really fast and athletic. She ran all around the beach, jumping after the frisbee. She was wearing a yellow bikini this time. One throw went all the way from where they were to next to me. I did not know a frisbee could go that far. As she ran after it I saw that compared to her yellow swimsuit the top was the same, but now her bottoms were tiny little string things. I could see the tan line from her old little thong like the one I was wearing.

I guess she saw me watching her, because when she picked up the frisbee she walked over to me.
"I love your red bikini"
"Thanks. It's new"
"I know. I get my swimsuits from the same store."
"Is that where you got the yellow one?"
"Yes. Don't you like it."
"I could never wear anything that daring."

She looked at me with a funny expression. It made me wish I knew what she was thinking. I realized that I was staring at her crotch. She must not have much hair down there. I stood up and began to blush a little.

"You are in a new town. You might be surprised by some of the things that start to feel natural to do."

She turned and called for him to come over to where we were. As he walked over, she reached out one hand and touched my arm.
"So did you find a better place to live yet?"
"No, not yet. I guess I should have gone looking today, but I wanted to go to the beach."

I did not dare tell her why I had really gone to the beach.

"Come by. I'm serious. There is plenty of room. And I like you. I think we could be good friends."

I wanted to turn my head away and say "You do?", but I reminded myself that I was in a new town. "Thanks." I felt a little warmer as I said it. Then I surprised myself by adding "I'd like to be friends with you."

Thinking it over, I guess I do want to be friends with her. I certainly wrote enough about her.

Just the he came over.

"Good news!"  Belinda said. "She is going to stop by at Greta's to see about the third room."

"Really!" he said. "That is wonderful."

He gave me another hug. And another kiss on my cheek. I could feel how warm his body was from the exercise. My cheek tingled where he kissed it. I reached up and kissed his cheek in return.
"Thank you" I said as I stepped back "but now I have to go."

I did have to pee maybe a little, but really I wanted to go because I knew I was about to start blushing again. I looked down at the ground while I picked up my towel and my book. I guess I lost track of where he was, because as I turned to go off the beach I walked right into him.

He caught me before I fell, and whispered "You are all right." Then he gently kissed me on the lips! As he let go of me he whispered "You look pretty in red."

I think I ran faster than Belinda as I left the beach. But when I got to the bathroom, after peeing, I just had to reach down and rub myself until I came.

I am going to take a nap now. But I had to write this down first. What a good day! He kissed me! He likes red! And Belinda will be my friend.

My lips are still tingling a little. I wish I was brave enough to kiss him back.

Later Day 9

I saw him again! But maybe he does not like me after all. I am so upset!

I was going shopping in town after my nap when I saw him walking with a big blond girl, not Belinda. I did not dare go over to him, but I walked ahead of where they were going so that maybe he would see me.

He saw me, and came over, which made me happy.

“Hello again” he said, and he gave me a little hug. His hands were on my bra strap and the small of my back. They felt very good there.

I hugged him back and leaned my face up so he could kiss me if he wanted to. But instead he stepped back.

“I would love to stay and talk, but I have to be someplace soon.”
Then he went back to the big blonde girl, and they walked away holding hands.

Oh, when I say big I don’t mean she was fat. I mean she was tall and had very big breasts and wide hips and shoulders. So large, she was bigger than some men. She had a pretty face and medium-long hair. I already said she was a blonde, but it looked natural. She was wearing jeans and a shirt that showed a lot of cleavage.

She was nothing at all like Belinda, and nothing at all like me.

Why didn’t he kiss me like he had kissed me a few hours ago.

I gave up on shopping and came home for a cry. After I cried I wrote this. Now I am going to sleep.