Valerie had had enough. She was not used to being upstaged.

"You must be Jenny," she said as she walked out of Eric's bedroom. Jenny looked up in surprise, and recognized the clothed version of the women floating nude above the cube. Jenny sheepishly hid it behind her back.

"Um... hi..." Jenny was flustered her face red with embaressment, her brows knit together with concern. She looked to Eric for guidance, but Eric just looked away. Valerie was simply dressed, a short tanktop that revealed a toned and bronzed stomach, and shorts that showed long incredibly shapely legs.

"Eric," Valerie's turned her beautiful face on Eric. "Would you give us a second. I think Jenny and I have to talk." Eric looked like that was the last thing he wanted, but his mouth was too dry to speak. He retreated wordlessly to his bedroom.

Jenny felt her residual self confidence fade as Eric disappeared. She looked up at Valerie. The phrase "heart breakingly gorgeous" came to mind.

"So are you a friend of Eric?" Jenny asked hopefully, backing up and dropping the cube onto the end table by the sofa. Valerie seemed to pay it no mind. Her attention was focused on Jenny. Jenny felt uncomfortable with Valerie's gaze, that measuring gaze. She felt trapped by Valerie's beautiful blue eyes. Involuntarily, Jenny took another step back.

Valerie came up right to Jenny. Up close the contrast in heights was clear. Jenny had to strain up to look at Valerie, as she was eye level with Valerie's extraordinary bust. Next to to her Jenny felt like a little girl, while Valerie was very definitely a woman. Jenny felt a uncomfortable heat as she looked up at Valerie, in her chest, and... other places to. She couldn't look away from those blue eyes. Valerie still looked down at her, a not unkind expression on her face.

Jenny shivered as Valerie's hand softly brushed against her cheek. Jenny felt a thrilling uncertainty as Valerie's arms wrapped around her. Jenny had to go on tiptoes to avoid going face first into Valerie's unbelievable breasts. That brought her closer to Valerie's waiting lips.

It wasn't like kissing Eric. And it certainly wasn't like kissing any of the boys Jenny had dated in High School or college before that. Valerie's lips were soft, her embrace lacked the agression Jenny was acustomed too. The heat Jenny felt had turned to burning desire, and this kiss was the only way to feed it. Jenny pushed herself into Valerie's lips, her heart beating so fast she couldn't believe it could stay contained in her chest.

Finally it ended. Jenny pulled away reluctantly and found her head resting against the soft flesh of Valerie's breast. Valeries chin rested against the side of her head. Valerie shifted so that her lips were right next to Jenny's ear.

"Did you like that...?" Valerie whispered.

Jenny didn't trust her self to speak, she just nodded.

"Would you want to do it again?"

Again Jenny just trusted herself to nod.

"What about Eric?"

This time Jenny didn't nod - at least not right away.

Valerie pulled away, and Jenny was left to stand on her own power. She couldn't; she collapsed on to the recliner.

"You didn't have to think about it did you? If I asked you to, you would leave Eric?"

Jenny didn't answer, but Valerie knew she was right.

"Then you can understand why Eric did it."

Jenny felt an icey cold replace the heat in her chest. It was like a storm was brewing in her head. She couldn't look at Valerie with out feeling now raging lust, but at the same time she realized exactly what Eric had done.

"You know, when I met him, he wouldn't stop talking about you," Valerie mused kneeling in front of Jenny's chair. It reminded her very much of the way a adult might kneel down to talk to a child. "He kept bringing you up, how he loved you..."

Jenny blinked at the phrase.

"...every time, I tried he rejected me. For you." Valerie reached out to touch Jenny's cheek again. Jenny closed her eyes, desperately wanting that soft touch, and hating herself for it. It never happened, Valerie withdrew her hand.

"But he couldn't hold out forever. I get what I want."

Jenny looked up at Valerie. That seemed obvious. If Valerie had wanted her, she would have been hers, Eric be damned. The guilt of the thought still rattled Jenny's conscience, but she recognized it as fact. She was feeling strangely calm, detached and analytical. It was ironic. She realized now that Eric did love her, and it was that that had spelled their doom. If Eric had just given in Valerie might have grown bored with her easy conquest, and Jenny would have been left with Eric, none the wiser. Even if she had known, Jenny corrected herself, as she stared at Valerie and once again feeling a tingling warmth, she wouldn't have been able to hold it against him.

But, no, he had rejected Valerie. Rejected Valerie for Jenny. It seemed laughable. And that had frustrated Valerie. It had made her obsessed with Eric. Jenny realized she felt sorry for Eric, against Valerie he stood no chance.

"...and you want Eric." Jenny nodded as she turned the whole situation over in her head. Coolly, like a scientist might watch an experiment.

Valerie moved quickly and kissed Jenny again. All that cool rational thought in Jenny's head disappeared. She could only react as she felt a cool hand - not her own - on the inside of her thigh. She squeezed her legs together, but it was no use, those strong fingers touched her, found every weak part like only another woman could.

She closed her eyes and the heat drained away, replaced by a cool contentment. Jenny wordlessly cried out as the orgasm wracked her body. Jenny opened her eyes. Valerie had turned her back on her.

"You should leave. I'm just the better woman." She was putting up her hair.

Jenny nodded and got up, and realized that her underwear was soaked, warm and uncomfortable against her skin. She looked around in a haze and gathered her belongings, including a strange cube, which seemed to glow with a dull green glow.

She was out in the street before she permitted herself to cry. Unbelievable she didn't harbor any hate in her heart - and she didn't know what she was crying about - Valerie or Eric. It left her confused.

She clutched the cube to her chest and retreated into the alley where she had found it. She hugged it so hard she could feel the corner burrow into her skin. She stifled the cry of pain it caused. She sat there for what felt like hours, until her mind cleared, until she could think of anything other than Valerie.

"I'm just the better woman."

She sat until she could think of anything other than the feel of Valerie's lips, and her gentle skillful touch.

"I'm just the better woman."

It was finally curiousity that brought her back. She held out the cube, thumbed the disk that caused the images to rotate silently above the cube.

She almost threw the strange device away as a still image of Valerie flickered to life. Instead she just thumbed it again. Now it showed a nude Jenny. She thumbed it again - Valerie. Again - Jenny. Eric didn't even show up.

"Of course," Jenny thought, "it's like it can read my mind."

She settled on watching Valerie, alternately longing and jealous. She wanted to go back up to Eric's apartment. She couldn't just walk away. She was going to go back up, win Eric back - or win Valerie. Either way, she wouldn't be pathetically curled up in an alley looking at nude "pictures."

She thumbed the disk again, quickly this time letting the image become an amorphous rotating blur, not letting it settle on either image it brought up. She wasn't going to go upstairs, she realized. She instead examined the cube, as she kept flipping between the images at high speed. On the opposite side a green disk glowed. She let the image settle and with trepidation pressed her finger against the opposite disk.