Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head back against the rest, turning it to one side and then the other as the jolts of pleasure spiked when she plunged her fingers inside. She worked them furiously in and out, before returning to that swollen pink nub, where she pressed tight, circular motions into it rapidly.
In her mind’s eye, she alternated between Amber’s face buried in her crotch and her tongue probing the fox’s tight little honeypot. During her short time with Buttercup, she’d found she enjoyed giving as much as receiving. But as she worked herself closer and closer to a most naughty little climax, it was the mental images of giving that seemed to stoke the fires the hottest. Hell, she could always get oral performed on her. Tiger did an exceptional job. But going down on another woman … that was a guilty pleasure she’d long savored deep down. It seemed a bit of a shame now she hadn’t contemplated it more through the years. For even in these liberal days, she’d never actually sought it out since Buttercup. Now, just thinking about it, drove her wild with lust and desire. But life, motherhood, and trying to be a faithful wife always have a way of putting those decadent fantasies on hold.
She imagined herself between Amber’s legs, her face buried in the vixen’s crotch as she delightfully and skillfully tended to the creature’s wanton needs. She imagined her furry little sexpot lover dripping down her chin.
She could see herself looking up over that taut little belly, past those four perfect breasts, with perfectly erect nipples, and into those hypnotic golden eyes. Their gazes locked together, something would pass between them, something that would never need spoken, something that only two females would understand. An appreciation. An understanding that only someone who owns a particular piece of equipment knows how to operate it.
No offense, Tiger!
She climaxed with Amber’s hand on the back of her head, holding her face to that furry crotch, the vixen’s juices flooding her mouth. In her mind’s eye, her hands were reaching for Amber’s breasts, squeezing them, fingers enclosing around puckered nipples … the vixen threw her head back and joined her in the throes of ecstasy.
She never knew how long she’d been sitting in the parking lot of the supermarket. Lost in her imaginings, she’d never felt the slight bump when the hover lightly touched down. As she began to return from her trip to Naughty Land, she became keenly aware of people walking by, going in and out of the store. Some cast a glance toward the darkened windows of the vehicle. Some paid it no mind at all. Fighting back the panic, she fervently hoped the privacy tint had been adequate to conceal her weak moments of self-gratification.
She sat up and pulled her pants and panties back up, trying to collect her thoughts and catch her breath. As she sat there panting, she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of what just happened.
Jesus! The love of my life finally comes back, and now I’ve got the hots for his freak girlfriend.
She opened the door and stepped out, wiped her brow and steadied shaky knees. She took in a deep breath and shook her head.
Well, I sure as hell didn’t see that one coming!
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“I don’t want you to do this,” he tells her, pulling his boots on.
“Why?” she asks, still lying on the bed, half-naked on her back. Her beautiful breasts lay perfect on her chest in that way that drives him crazy. It makes him want to say the hell with all of this! Just climb back on top of her. It sure wouldn’t take a lot of convincing at the moment, especially with what awaits them.
Their lovemaking has changed. He can’t explain it. He wouldn’t even try. There’re no monumental signs, no watershed moment to point to. Nothing strange or unusual. It’s more in the little things … the way she moans a little deeper, lays there a little longer afterward, letting it all sink in. The way their eyes lock desperately in those climactic moments. There’s something there! Something that shouldn’t be. Something he never saw in Madison’s eyes.
“I don’t understand.” Her big eyes are wide and inquisitive and he avoids them altogether. “I’ve been trained to do this. This is my chance to prove myself. To make history.”
He spins around on the bed and stares down at her. Looking at her, with her hair splayed out around her like a soft, blue halo, he’s not even sure what he’s feeling himself. Was there something there …. inside him? How can he look at an android and feel that deep want in the pit of his stomach? Is it because he’s probably going to die and it isn’t going to matter anyway? When all is said and done and he’s blown into cosmic dust, who’s going to know? Who’s gonna care how he felt about an Andi when he’s just a footnote in history?
He shakes his head, “History? Don’t you get it? You are history! Don’t you realize how special you are? You’re different. You’re one of a kind!”
She gives him a sultry smile and a wink, “I bet you say that to all the Andies.”
“You think this is funny?” He throws his hands in exasperation. “You think this is some big joke?” He stands up and grabs his BDU shirt from the back of a nearby chair. “You may be the biggest scientific breakthrough in centuries. An A.I. that exhibits emotions …” He turns back to her as he velcros the front of his shirt up. “And … irrational thinking!”
“So, I’m in touch with my feminine side then, right?” She rolls over on her side,
