Would It Be Masturbation Or Sex?

(FF/SciFi/Fantasy)

For as long as she could remember people had always told her that she thinks and sees things differently than most other people.  Rather than look at issues head on, as most do, she always stepped back and examined it from all angles.  Then she would begin to question it, raising points that were hard to ignore and would make you think about your position on it.

Throughout her life she’d had a voracious appetite for the written word.  Books had always been her constant companion, one she enjoyed more than most people.  Delving into a well written story, it didn’t matter if it was fiction or not, she would shut out the world around her and let herself get lost in it for hours.  While she would read most anything horror was her favorite.  Those dark works always seemed to kick her imagination into high gear, inspiring her creativity.

In her final year of high school her English teacher had introduced her to H.P. Lovecraft.  After dissecting his life and a bit of his background they read Call of Cthulhu.  Midway through the story she was hooked.  As she started pouring through his works she became fascinated with the talk of other dimensions.  Spurred on by her curiosity she began reading everything she could find on the topic.  The more she read the more she wondered if it could be done.  That question was what started her on her journey, one that would become her lifes’ work. 

In college she majored in physics so that she could study the problem.  Once she had her degree and started teaching college she was finally able to devote all the time she wanted to the quest.  It was her ‘different thought process’ that broke many new grounds in the area of dimensions and parallel universes.  Roaming the world on fact finding missions she was able to dig up some ancient texts dealing with what seemed to be the topic.  No, they weren’t using the same words to describe it as we do now but the descriptions of doorways between worlds made her think that it was the same thing.

While doing some research in Egypt she happened to come across a text in a small shop that dealt with ancient Egyptian paraphernalia.  Most of what was there were recreations of artifacts but there had been some interesting item that weren’t.  Browsing around she happened upon the manuscript and a circular shaped rock that was hollow, resembling a donut with a much bigger whole..  A quick glance at the writing told her it was about dimensional travel.  Without letting on what it was, or that she was excited by the find, she haggled with the owner.  While it was still expensive she paid a lot less than what she would have if he had known what it was.  Like all scholars that have dealt with ancient Egypt she knew buying it was against the law but she had to have it.  Smuggling it back to the states, she locked it up in her home.  Night after night she labored over the text, trying to preserve its’ crumbling pages and decipher what it said. 

Finally, after an exhaustive two years she had finished translating it.  What it turned out to be was a ritual that, using the stone that came with it, would open a door to a parallel universe.  Realistically she knew the chances of it succeeding were really slim to none.  Nevertheless she wanted to try it.  Debating it for a few days she ran through all the consequences that could come of it if it did indeed work and just what kind of mess or damage it could cause.  But, in the end, her curiosity won out.  Rereading the text again, she began to prepare for it.  When she felt confident enough she decided it was time.  That Friday night was when she was going to give it a go. 

When the time finally came, she cleared out a room in the basement and leaned the stone, a smallish, grey thing no bigger around than a dinner plate, against the far wall.  Supposedly it was the doorway between the worlds.  The ritual was designed for it to open the door at the exact place that her parallel self would be.  With butterflies in her stomach, and a bit of trembling in her hands, she began. 

Much to her surprise, it worked just how the text said it would.  The rock expanded to the size and shape of a doorway and her parallel self stepped through.  Standing there, mouth agape, she was speechless.  While the person had her face and looks, there were some differences.  Instead of the black hair she had, her double was a blond.  She had blue eyes her other self had brown ones.  Her own body ran a little on the plump side and she had grapefruit sized breasts her twin was almost flat-chested and was rail thin.

When she was 16 she had come to realize that she was a lesbian.  While she tried to fight it and dated men so no one would guess her secret, there was no changing it.  It wasn’t until her 3rd semester in college that she finally came to grips and accepted it.  Standing there looking at the woman across the room, she could feel her pussy starting to ooze juices.  Her double was the type of woman that she liked.

Grinning big, the double winked at her, “Sure Sable, we can have sex.”

Startled, Sable blushed.  Even though she was a bit embarrassed by her other self’s forwardness she walked over to the woman, shaking with excitement.  When it came to sex, she was always the passive one, letting her partner take charge.  That is exactly what the other Sable did.  Pulling her into an embrace, she began to kiss her double, passionately, tongue prying her lips apart, entwining with the other woman’s.  Without breaking off the passionate kiss, both women were on the floor tearing at the others clothes to get them off, within a couple minutes.

Breaking off the kiss, the blond kissed her way down her counterparts’ neck and chest, stopping to lick and suck on her nipples.  Teasing them with her mouth, she could feel them harden.  Whimpering loudly, Sable began shivering and squirming around, her whole body tingling.  Pulling away, the blonde positioned herself in the 69 position over her counterpart then put her head between the other woman’s legs.  Spreading her wet lips apart with two fingers, she leaned down and started to tease her clit with the tip of her tongue.  

Crying out, Sable shook violently as the tongue began flicking against her sensitive little nub.  As much as she wanted to just lay there and enjoy it, she didn’t.  Grasping the blonds’ hips, she pulled her crotch down and buried her face in it, licking and sucking on it.  One of her fingers found her clit and she began to rub it while her tongue darted and twirled around the entrance to her pussy, juices collecting on it.

Because they were essentially the same person they knew just what the other liked and how to do it best.  Almost in unison, they slipped a finger deep into each other’s pussy and began to rub the g-spot while their tongues teased each other’s clit.  Bucking and wiggling around, moaning, they both built towards a powerful climax.  When they both took the others clit in their mouth and started sucking on it, they both exploded, cumming hard and spraying each other’s faces with juice.

Later that night, long after her double had disappeared back through the porthole, as Sable was curled up in bed, her mind raced over what had happened, replaying it time and again in minute detail.  At this time she wasn’t sure if she wanted to let the world know her findings.  While so many strived for it she wasn’t sure if the world was truly ready for something like this.  As she pondered that dilemma an odd thought crossed her mind.  Was what she and her double had done be classified as masturbation or sex?  After all masturbation is sex with yourself.  Since the other one was her as well, would that be the ultimate masturbation?  Or would it be having sex?  Grinning, she shut her eyes, thinking about the encounter until she dozed off.