Hey guys, just to warn you before the story starts, this is gonna be a LONG one. But hopefully it'll be worth it.

I've never understood self love. I mean, doesn't everyone kinda automatically love themselves?

We eat what we like best to keep ourselves alive. We avoid danger for the same reason. We watch the shows and movies that best entertain us. We enjoy the hobbies that best suit us. We look for jobs that will best support us. That all sounds to me like something you would do for someone you love.

I didn't know how little I loved myself until I was literally staring it in the face.

Let's start from the beginning.

The year is 2100. The dawn of the 22nd century and technological improvements somehow continue to persist. I'm sure a hundred years ago, people would think "how could [x] improve anymore?" And then, some genius a thousand miles away comes up with something better.

We can grow artificial organs from organic tissue and successfully transplant them into patients in need with minimal issues following.

We've found a fuel source with the maximum yield with minimal waste

But one thing that would possibly amaze an early 21st century dweller is the height of cloning technology making its peak in the early 2070s. Thirty years later, I can finally afford one for myself.

Granted, I'm only 22. I had known about clones for plenty of my life and I started saving when I was 14. Dollar by dollar, I worked my way up before I could finally afford one.

Her name? Gail 2. Well, I mean obviously. I'm Gail 1 so it's only proper. But it seems a little dehumanizing so I'll just call her Gail.

I submitted my testing 6 weeks ago almost to the day, which consited of a set of swabs. One for my mouth on the inside, and one for vaginal secretions. I also submitted a saliva vial, as well as the swab, and a blood test. The DNA used would create a perfect clone of me. She knows my birthday, even though she has a different one. She knows my earliest memory (hot air balloon festival when I was 6). She knows my likes and my dislikes. She knows literally everything I know about myself.

I'm desperate for companionship. I live in a lonely 1 bedroom apartment in Denver and, aside from my job, the only social interaction I get is food delivery drivers. It would be nice to have someone around to talk to whenever I want. And I'd like to think I could be there for her too. Not to mention, splitting the workload would be nice too. One week I can do the laundry and the bathroom and she does the dishes and the living room. Next week, we trade. It seemed like all upside to me.

I was more than ready for her to arrive.

. . .

I was startled by a knock at the door when I placed the freshly printed chore chart on the refrigerator. I eagerly pranced to the door and peered through the peephole. I felt a twinge of excitement in my chest when I saw my own face through the small lense. I unlocked the door and practically swung it open.

There she was. There I was, per se. It was like looking in a mirror. My curly black hair, grey eyes, and pale skin looked right back at me.

She smiled warmly at me. One corner of her mouth hung higher than the other. I never liked that about myself.

"Hi!" I said, already pulling her in for a hug. We embraced tightly. The feeling was unmatched.

It felt strange feeling my own body against me, but otherwise it felt just like a normal hug.

"How was the drive over?" I asked her. "how do you feel? Are you sick? Do you have any fatigue? I've heard that's normal. Come in! I have so many questions!"

"Okay!" Gail said.

"I'll make us some coffee." I said as I retrieved my favorite mug from the cupboard, as well as my spare one in case of guests.

I lingered for a moment.

It's her favorite mug too.

I made up a pot and poured for both of us, making sure to give her my favorite mug.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that." She said.

It's like she read my mind. Granted, any memory made AFTER inception are exclusive to each of us. I don't know anything about her drive over and she doesn't know anything about what I've done with my morning. I liked that. It gave us each a little privacy.

"To answer your question," she began, "yes, I'm feeling a little groggy. Hopefully this coffee will help. It reminds me of that one night I had insomnia in 8th grade- well, when we had insomnia - and we accidentally pulled an all nighter and could hardly keep our eyes open and we slept through the math final."

"I remember that! You're really that tired??" I inquired.

"Yup."

"I won't be offended if you want to take a nap."

"Are you sure?" She said, a hint of guilt in her eyes. A hint I know all too well."

"Absolutely."

She could tell I was being genuine.

"Ugh, but you have so many questions! Lemme answer some first."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay." I tried to remember what I was wondering about earlier. "What's your earliest memory?"

"Well, I remember reading the clock and seeing that it was about 8:50 AM. I was escorted to the showers where they had jets coming from EVERY direction to rinse off all the amniotic fluid. I'm telling you, I've never been so clean."

Technically, that's true. She's only a few hours old. But I knew what she meant

Clone gestation is roughly a 10th of a regular uterine pregnancy. Not to mention, you're growing a full adult. The growing pains are said to be unbearable.

"How are your joints?" I asked.

"A little sore. They gave me something for the pain before I even woke up, so I don't even know how bad it's supposed to hurt. But they gave me some Percocet so it's probably gonna be bad. It's supposed to start tonight or tomorrow morning.

"I'm sorry. I'm here if you need me."

"I know, don't worry."

I was surprised at how much I was able to talk to myself about. I naturally assumed that since I knew everything about who I was talking with, that conversation would die quickly. But both of our mugs were empty before we knew it and it was around 2 in the afternoon before she started to feel groggy again.

"Oh my gosh, I just remembered that I was supposed to take a nap." She said. We both laughed.

"We got a little distracted I guess." I agreed.

"I think I might cash in on that now." She said.

"Do you want the bed? I don't mind sleeping on the pullout." I offered.

"No, I'm okay with the pullout."

"Okay. I'll catch up on some chores then."

Later that day, we started a movie marathon. We were on the third movie when midnight rolled around. She was asleep on my shoulder and I figured I might as well turn off the TV and get some rest myself.

We awoke in a tangle of thin blankets and severe body heat. My sweat caused my thighs to stick together. I didn't think the shorts I was wearing were that short, but they hiked their way up my legs so my entire thighs were exposed.

I looked over at Gail. The blanket only came up to her waist and I was a little surprised with the sight of both of her boobs hanging out of her loose top.

Oops.

I looked at them for a second. I had never seen them from this angle. I had pretty solid C cups but they always looked heavier to me, and definitely felt heavier too. They weren't symmetrical and my areolas weren't perfect circles. They were also pale white. They looked like ghosts, you could hardly see them. I always criticized myself for that. I don't know why.

I had a negative thought or two enter my mind before I realized that it wasn't just me I was talking bad about. It was her, too. It was like talking bad about a friend.

I put the thought out of my mind and got up to get ready for the shower. She followed suit and we quickly established and universal "first come, first served" rule. Just like that, our first ground rule set.

The following weeks were nothing but smooth. My life was exactly the same, just with half the work. I was more motivated at my job. I was more social and approachable. I was even pulled aside by my boss so he could compliment me on my good work lately.

It was a great feeling.

There was only one problem. My sex drive was out of control.

You see, I had just broken up with my boyfriend. Like, a week before Gail arrived. My go to when getting out of a relationship was my vibrator and pornhub. It took the edge off until the next time I became sexually active.

But it felt weird masturbating with someone else in the other room. I would feel so exposed and vulnerable that I wouldn't be able to finish. And boy do I need to finish.

I contemplated using the shower, but I feared that she might notice how long I was taking and she'd know exactly what I was doing.

So I sort of just silently suffered.

I hated it. I just wanted to cum. Soooo bad. The wind would blow and I'd practically need to change my whole outfit because of how wet I got. My withdrawals were fierce.

I did my best to put them out of my mind but there was only so much I could do.

One particular night, we had another movie night. An empty popcorn bowl sat on the coffee table in front of us while the end of some thriller movie we watched reached its climax.

I couldn't wait to reach mine.

I shut off the TV and gently removed myself from the couch as to not wake Gail when I got up. I walked to my room and got ready for the night. I cuddled up into my bed and closed my eyes when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in" I said.

I turned my lamp on as Gail sat on the edge of my queen mattress.

"I need to address the elephant in the room." She began.

"Which is what?"

"Gail," she said to me. "I am so so horny lately. Which means you are too. So I honestly think that there's no reason we need to beat around the bush anymore."

A wave of relief brushed over me. I let out a deep sigh.

"Thank god." I said. "I didn't know how much longer I could take it."

We both laughed.

"So..." She said. "I'm gonna go in there and you can stay in here and anything we might hear through that wall won't be weird at all. Got it?"

"Or..." I said. "You could just stay in here."

Her eyes grew wide.

"Really?" She asked.

"I mean, it's the same body. I know it just as well as you do. What's the point in privacy?" I said, now realizing how silly I've been lately.

"Okay then!" She said.

I sat up on my bed and pulled off my panties while she stood up and pulled off hers. We both laid next to each other on the bed and let out a deep, satisfied sign as our fingers finally touched our ravenous pussies for what felt like the first time in a year.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed every morsel of pleasure I was experiencing. I paid close attention to how it felt and used that as the motivation I needed to reach my climax.

Then, I was interrupted."

"Stop for a sec." She said. I almost couldn't stop but then she grabbed my wrist. I was a little irritated.

"What?" I asked.

"I have a weird idea."

I knew exactly what was on her mind. It was a pipe dream that crossed my mind the day I received the email confirming that my application was approved.

How would it feel if I touched "myself"?

Would it be like masturbating where you know it's your own body and your brain realizes that? Or would it be like someone else is touching you?

"I think I do too." I said.

We turned to face each other and slowly, I reached my hand over to her pussy and she reached hers over to mine.

To answer my own question, it's kinda a mix of both.

Yes, it felt like someone else was touching my pussy (go figure), but the familiarity of it was shocking. As we massaged each other's clits, it was strange. We knew EXACTLY what each other liked because we were literally one and the same. And, if you ask me, her touching my pussy instead of just me was WAY better.

We squirmed at each other's manipulation. She knew all the right ways to do it.

She dug her fingers into me and began rapidly curling them.

"Oh my god" I said. "You're so much deeper than I usually can get."

"Return the favor." She said through pants.

I felt the inside of her pussy and, yes, it was perfectly equal to mine. I hooked my fingers deep inside of her and I agreed that it was way deeper than I previously could get. It was magnificent. My toes were curled so tightly they almost locked.

I could hardly speak. I could hardly breathe.

"So....fucking....good." I finally muttered.

"Uh....huh." she agreeed.

Both of our eyes opened briefly. I stared into those gray pools illuminated by the warm white light bulb emanating from my nightstand and, for the first time, appreciated them a little more. She was gorgeous. I was gorgeous. I forgot for a second that that's me.

Without even thinking, I slowly leaned closer to her and before I even realized what I was doing, our lips connected into a warm, passionate kiss. We both breathed deeply into each other's mouths. I could faintly taste the licorice on her lips from our movie snacks, which means she could probably taste the same thing.

The passion was unreal. It didn't even feel like I was kissing myself. It was just a gorgeous lady who I happened to be two knuckles deep inside of.

It snuck up on me when we both came simultaneously. My fingers instantly felt way wetter as they curled repeatedly, now with more ease. She squeezed me tightly while I did the same and we melted into each other.

She climbed on top of me and straddled me. I felt my own wetness against my pubic bone as she slowly grinded on me, now with her tongue deep inside my mouth.

I pulled at her shirt and exposed her bare back. My hands worked their way down to her ass and I gave it a firm squeeze.

She broke the kiss and sat up for a second.

"I never wanna cum any differently ever again." She said.

"Agreed!"

"Take your shirt off." She said, taking hers off as she said it. I sat up as much as I could and peeled my shirt off of me.

I looked at her breasts again, perky and fully exposed to the world. Maybe I was just horny, but they were GORGEOUS. How is it that the very same boobs I didn't like not that long ago are suddenly stunning?

She reached her hands down and firmly squeezed my boobs.

"Yup. They feel the same." She said. We laughed. She stared at me and we shared eye contact for a few seconds.

"I have an idea." I said.

"I do too." She agreed.

She dismounted me and laid on her stomach in front of me, gently opening my legs. She hesitated for a moment.

"I don't know what to do." She said. "I've never done this before."

"Done what? Eaten your own pussy?" I joked

She chuckled, but then looked seriously at me.

"What if I'm bad?" She asked.

"Then that means I will be too. Then we'll have nothing to worry about. Stuff like this takes practice."

"Okay." She said.

"Practice away." I encouraged her, grabbing her face and gently guiding her downward.

Her lips latched onto my pussy and it sent tingles through my entire body.

I've received oral before, but not like this. It was incredible. It was like everything that my past boyfriends missed, she nailed without any effort.

I gripped her hair and scratched her scalp with my fingernails while she switched between flicking her tongue against my clit and just straight up sucking on it. She efficiently avoided using teeth. All tongue and lips. It was glorious.

I wrapped my legs around her head and stroked her spine with the bottom of my heels.

She wrapped her hands around my legs and squeezed them firmly, almost massaging my thighs. Every drop of fluid I leaked, she slurped up immediately. Like her ice cream cone was melting and she was trying to lick it up before a mess was made.

There was a mess alright. The mess was currently being rubbed all around Gail's face, causing her pussy juice soaked cheeks to glisten in the glow of my bedside lamp. We locked eyes as I was getting close and I swear I could almost see her smiling at me. She knew it was coming, no pun intended, and she persevered through every second of that mind shattering, body tingling, toe curling, heart pounding orgasm.

My whole body went numb for a brief second before I let out a loud moan as I soaked in all the pleasure I was experiencing. My hips bucked as my legs tightened, frightening Gail a little bit, but her mouth remained latched onto my pussy with determination unlike anything I've ever seen.

She licked up the mess she made, some of which leaked onto the mattress, and looked at me.

"My turn?" She asked.

"Get over here first." I said.

She once again straddled me and laid on top of me while we made out with heavy amounts of tongue. I loved it. It was strange. I had never tasted pussy before, let alone off the mouth of someone else. And it was my pussy.

She pulled away and stared at me. "How do you want to do this?" She asked.

"Sit on my face" I demanded.

She smiled in agreement and sat up, still straddling me. I scooted down the bed a little bit while she climbed up my body and hovered over my face.

"Now fuck my face like I just fucked yours." I told her.

"Yes please."

She gripped the bed frame for support while I stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her pussy. It tasted sweet, and the texture was very smooth. I felt her pubic hair rubbing against my face as she gently rocked her hips, almost involuntarily. I sucked on her clit while she moaned our name.

"Oh fuck, Gail." She moaned. "see? We're not so bad at this after all."

I almost didn't hear her. I was too focused on devouring every morsel of her wetness. The feeling was so surreal.

I could hardly comprehend just who I was having sex with. Not only was it me, it was a woman too. I had only ever had sex with guys. Women were just a pipe dream that I considered once in high school but never got around to trying. The whole situation was invigorating. Maybe a woman's touch is all I needed this whole time.

She reached one hand down to my pussy and began rubbing it while she rode my face. She sunk her two middle fingers into me and fingered me with the same undying passion she used before. It made it very hard to focus on her pleasure but in a way, it kind of amplified it, too. I could tell because in just minutes, my mouth was filled with the same thick, sweet juices I was tasting off of Gail's mouth not too long ago.

"Oh fuck! Keep going keep going keep going!" She pleaded.

Oh I did, alright. I gave it my all until my jaw began to hurt, and then kept going until I pushed myself to the edge. Finally, I stopped.

We both laid next to each other and caught our breath before sharing one last passionate kiss.

"Fuck." I said. "We taste good"

"You can say that again." Gail agreed. "I don't wanna go back to my couch anymore."

"Then don't." I said.

Gail smiled. "Okay, I won't."

"Be warned, though..." I began, "there's a chance you might wake up with my mouth between your legs in the morning."

"Well that just depends on who wakes up first."