by Olivia Myers
Being the natural beauty and confident executive that she was, Rachel was naturally left with thoughts of concern about her current behavior. Is this what my life is now? she wondered to herself. Am I just one of those sad divorcees who sit at home and deceives herself into thinking she’s content?
But each time she looked in the mirror she let that thought float away. Rachel was far from conceited, but she was confident in her beauty. John may have been the only one to make her come before they were married, but he was far from the only man who had tried. She turned down offers for dates left and right these days; it wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive. Rachel was simply not interested. It seemed that marriage put some kind of “commitment capable” sign on her, and every man she ran into was looking for a girlfriend. Rachel wasn’t ready for anything like a traditional relationship – or even a regular boyfriend – and she wouldn’t be for a while.
What she needed, she thought to herself, was on the other side of her bedroom wall. I need a fucking like that, she would tell herself as she listened to Conner’s women beg for everything he could give them. I need to come like I’m 23 again.
But even if she’d had the nerve to ask Conner out, by the sixth month of his lease they barely crossed paths. Between his growing contracting business and his social life, Conner was a blur. Rachel’s consulting business wasn’t slacking either, so for Rachel the only time she could count on being around him was those eavesdropping evenings by the bedroom wall. She grew to long for them.
On another one of those special nights, Rachel fell into her usual “date night” routine. She curled up on the couch after her dinner with a glass of wine, only half-paying attention to the movie she picked for the evening. One glass of wine turned into another, and soon after that an empty wine bottle was tucked underneath the arm of a sleeping Rachel. She drifted off, waiting to hear Conner’s keys in his door so that she could get to bed and wait for her special sex show. A knocking sound awakened her. Instead of from her bedroom wall, though, it came from the front door.
“Hey,” a familiar muffled voice called from the other side of the door. “Are you up, Rachel? Rachel? It’s me, Conner from next door.”
Rachel thought she was still drifting between the dream world and the real world. When she heard him knock again, she sat bolt upright and ran to the door, like a TV teenager waiting on her dream date to pick her up.
She took a breath before she opened the door. On her stoop stood Conner, dressed for a night of clubbing in a tight black V-neck and dark jeans. His deep blue eyes told the story of man with many cocktails in him. But his smile was just as gorgeous as the first time Rachel saw it, and he flashed it at her as if it were a weapon, throwing just the right amount of charm to turn her into putty.
“Hey Rachel,” Conner said, staying just on the coherent side of slurring his words. “I just got dropped off, but it looks like I left my keys in my date’s car.”
“Oh, wow,” Rachel said. “That sucks. Well, do you need my phone to call her?”
Conner chuckled softly and dropped his head. “Um, I think I need to give her some space,” he said. “She’s not that happy with me right now. I’m sure she’ll be okay in the morning. Can I use your spare?”
“Oh Conner, I’d love to help you out,” Rachel said. “But I actually gave you the only copy. I meant to make copies before I gave the keys to you, but I never got around to it.”
Conner sighed heavily. Rachel could tell he was pretty drunk tonight, and whatever happened between him and his date left him pretty frustrated.
As she stood there looking at him, she realized she was at the perfect intersection of desire and opportunity. It was time to take advantage of the situation. “But hey, if you want to crash here on the couch, you’re welcome to it.”
Conner raised his head to meet Rachel’s gaze. “God, that would be fantastic.” He pulled the screen door open and walked into the living room. “After that date I just want to crash and forget.”
Rachel laughed as she closed the door behind him. “That bad, huh?”
“Oh my God, yes,” Conner said. He kicked his shoes and socks off at the door and sat down on Rachel’s couch. “Have you ever spent time with someone that you, I don’t know, just don’t click with?”
“Yep,” Rachel said. “I was married to him for eight years.”
Conner’s face fell. “Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to bring that up.” He laughed nervously. “Jesus, I barely speak to you, and there I go, acting like an ass.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Rachel sat down next to him on the couch. “Listen, I’m sure that if you guys didn’t hit it off from the beginning, there was no need to hang out anymore. I don’t know you too well, Conner, but from what I’ve heard, you don’t have to worry about finding a date.”
Conner’s jaw dropped as he pieced together her words. She clapped a hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she’d said that. She started to put her mind to work at finding a way to spin the situation, but the look on Conner’s face told her that effort would have been in vain.
He gave her one of his intoxicating smiles, but this time his blue eyes flashed with a hint of wicked fun. “You can hear me, huh?” He threw his head back and laughed. “I was going to reinsulate the walls before winter came, but I guess I need to add some soundproofing, too.”
Rachel could feel her cheeks becoming flushed. She took a breath and looked into Conner’s eyes. There she saw exactly what she wanted to see: the smoldering gaze that told her he was simply waiting for permission to take her. But Rachel was having too much fun; she wanted to play a bit longer.
“Oh no, don’t do that,” she cooed. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have any fun.” Rachel slid herself closer to Conner on the couch, moving close enough to slip her hand onto his knee.
“Well, I’m sure that just listening can get very boring, very quickly,” Conner said, as he took her hand from his knee and placed it on the growing mound of denim between his legs. “But I’ve got an idea that’s probably more fun.”
He leaned in, grabbed Rachel by the back of the neck and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. It was even better than the one Rachel had played over and over in her imagination. She kissed him back, softly darting her tongue into his mouth. He moaned with surprise; from what Rachel could tell from the sounds of his lovemaking, he wasn’t used to a woman being forward. She squeezed Conner’s package, feeling the outline of his cock become more defined under the fabric as his erection grew. He matched her probing by sending his hand up her soft thigh, slipping underneath the satin fabric of her pajama shorts.
She opened her legs just enough to invite him to explore further, and he didn’t hesitate in picking up on the signal. In a flash two of his thick fingers were inside of her, sliding in easily with her arousal. Conner kissed her deeply as he moved in and out of her, placing the lightest pressure to her clit, brushing over it with expert flicks of his thumb. She moaned with pleasure, lying back onto the couch and pulling Conner on top of her.
As he fingered her faster, she undid the buttons on his jeans. She pushed down the thin pair of cotton boxers underneath to free his cock. Finally seeing it with her own eyes, Rachel understood why all of Conner’s lovers could be heard through the walls. It was a seven-inch rod nearly too thick for her to wrap her hand around, and had an upward curved shaft with a thick, mushroom head at the end. Rachel looked at it with a hunger as she stroked its length.
Conner, now with three fingers drilling into Rachel, had propped himself up his side on his free arm while she pumped his cock. “Rachel,” he whispered into her ear, breathing softly to warm the nape of her neck. “You know you want me. Come and get me. I’m yours.”
In a swift motion, Rachel slipped from underneath Conner, pulling him down to lie flat on his back on the couch. She dropped to her knees on the floor to take him into her greedy mouth. Her lips wrapped around his reddened head, sucking it lightly to moisten it. She began to bob her head up and down, movi
ng him further into her mouth inch by inch. Soon Rachel’s nose was pressed against Conner’s waist, and his head was thrown back over the edge of the couch. “My God,” he exhaled. “No one’s ever taken me like that, Rachel.”
She slid his now glistening cock slowly out of her mouth, causing just as much pleasure for both of them as her swallowing him whole. She smiled and locked eyes with him. “I’ve been waiting for this for a while, Conner. I was waiting for something, and I think it’s been you.”
Conner’s face changed quickly. “Hold on, Rachel. That’s not what I’m looking for. I was just hoping for us to have fun together tonight.”
She held her hand up with a smile, to signal her agreement. “Oh no, I understand. See, that’s what I mean. I’ve been spending too much of my life planning for big things for some ‘future.’ I don’t take any opportunities to have fun.” She reached back over to Conner to grip his cock once more. “But tonight, it’s time to do just that.” She kissed him and pulled him off the couch. “Come on upstairs. I need you.”
Rachel threw Conner on the bed and climbed on top of him, mounting him like a stallion. She turned to face his knees and bent over to engulf his cock with her mouth again, giving him a warm, wet blowjob that sent his eyes to the back of his head.
Now that she was straddling his body, Conner’s face was in the perfect spot to give her head. He pulled her hips down and plunged his tongue deep inside her. She moaned around his cock. He alternated his licks with sliding his tongue into her and plucking the reddened rosebud of a clit at the top of her pussy. Soon their mouths synchronized, and they pleasured each other with the rhythm of two familiar lovers, their bodies listening to each other and complimenting their efforts in taking them both to a new level of bliss.
Their orgasms were simultaneous and without warning. They filled each other’s mouths with their juices, and Rachel drank with a thirst she’d never known before.
Rachel was the first to pull herself from their yin yang embrace, lifting her mouth off of Conner’s dick to roll over and finish undressing.
Conner looked up at her. “You want another go? I don’t know if…” He looked down at his drained cock, which was still hard. He looked up at Rachel, who was already reaching for his tool with one hand, and pulling his jeans off with another. He pulled his shirt off and helped her pull his boxers down.
She only said one word to him as she climbed on top of him again -
“More.”
With one move, Rachel grabbed Conner’s dick and slid him inside her, resting her ass on his hips and grinding with slow, controlled circles. She was going to take her time with Conner. Now that he was on the right side of her wall, she planned on keeping him there for as long as she could.
The End
My Robotic Lovers
Elle tapped her fingers impatiently as the man poured her coffee. She glanced at the readout of her phone - a sleek device that also doubled as credit card and ID - and sighed. She probably shouldn’t have stopped for a cappuccino; she really didn’t have the time. Her lunch break was almost over, and even though she was the boss, it would suck to be late. Annie was a good employee, but she tended to complain a lot, and Elle didn’t want to spend the next four hours listening to her whine about how unfair it was that Elle got an hour for lunch, when she, Annie, only got forty-five minutes. The man turned around finally, and placed a lid on the steaming drink. He handed it to her, an automatic smile appearing on his face.
“Here you go, ma’am,” he said. “How will you be paying?” Elle was surprised that he even asked, because almost no one used cash any more. Her eyes flashed to the sign on the counter: Hello, my name is Barry, AI, ask me about our special deals! The “AI” stood for “Artificial Intelligence,” and Barry had all of the signs of being an older model. With the new ones, you could hardly tell. Elle had heard that they had even started using real, lab-grown skin instead of the synthetic rubbery stuff that Barry had on. He probably hadn’t been updated in a while; small shops like this usually couldn’t afford to stay cutting edge. Barry probably worked for a fraction of what a human employee’s wages would cost, and she doubted it mattered to the owners of the store if he made a few errors every now and then.
“Card,” she said, holding out her phone. Barry took it and waved it in front of one of the infrared receptors on the counter. A small beep sounded, and he handed it back to her.
“Have a nice day,” he said.
Elle left, not bothering to respond. AIs weren’t human, after all. She could hardly be expected to treat them as such.
She made it back just as the clock on her phone said it was one o’clock. The sweet scent of freshly cut flowers filled her lungs when she entered the store, and Elle breathed deeply, smiling. She had always loved flowers, and opening this flower shop had been a dream come true for her. The sign hanging over the building said Flowers for Yew, a name that most people thought was just a clever play on words, but for Elle, it was so much more. Yew had been her little sister’s name, and she had passed away when she was eight. Elle had been eleven at the time, and never quite got over it. This store was as much tribute to her sister as it was dream come true for Elle.
Annie greeted her cheerily when she walked in. “It’s been busy,” she said. “We’ve sold out of the pastel bouquets. I’ll put some more together after I get back from lunch.” Elle watched at the young woman grabbed her phone and flounced out of the store. She shook her head, smiling to herself. Annie had been a lucky find. She loved designing new bouquets, and had a gift for knowing exactly what people wanted. Annie’s only real problem was that she tended to say whatever popped into her mind. She had given Elle some great insights on people, but often in front of the people themselves.
Elle sat behind the desk, sipping her coffee and flipping through her phone. It was a Friday, and Flowers for Yew wasn’t open on the weekends, so she had the next two days free to do whatever she wanted. There were a few events going on at local restaurants and bars, but Elle was in the mood for something else. She didn’t want to spend the evening sitting at some sticky bar and sipping beer - she wanted to let loose and have fun.
Elle was just about to close her phone’s browser when she saw an ad put out by a club called The Winking Lizard. Tonight there was going to be live techno music, and half-off drinks for women. It sounded good to Elle. She smiled and saved the address in her phone, then drank the last of her coffee and got up to start fixing some bouquets.
*****
Elle tossed the sleek black dress onto her bed, and then pressed the button in her closet that would make the shelves rotate until the underwear unit was in front of her. Her apartment was small but modern, with all of the comforts that the year 2250 could offer. Elle dug around in her drawer - she really needed to organize this thing again - until she found the lacy black thong and matching bra that she had been looking for. It felt nice to dress up; she should go out and do stuff like this more often. She wasn’t twenty anymore - she was old enough that she actually had to work to keep her social life going.
After a quick shower, Elle dried her hair - the ion dryer she had only took about thirty seconds to dry even her thick hair - and put on her makeup. The foundation shifted colors like a chameleon to match her skin tone perfectly, and once it dried, it wouldn’t smear on anything. Eyeliner and mascara hadn’t really changed much since she was a teenager, but now they had tattoos that you could get in place of eyeliner, and they would change shade and color based on what you wanted for the day. She had been considering getting one, but wasn’t sure if it would really last as long as the company promised it would.
Once she had gotten dressed, Elle grabbed a clutch - it was really only big enough for her phone and lipstick - and headed out. She called a taxi, which showed up in front of her apartment building only a few minutes later. There was no driver - these vehicles had a simple AI that let them drive on their own on low-use streets. Elle waved her bag around until the ID chip in her phone registered
with the car, and then she slid into the front seat. She put the car in gear and headed out. It was still illegal for a car to drive itself on most roads, and Elle enjoyed driving anyway. She, like most people who lived in the city, didn’t own her own car, but rather drove these self-service taxis when the need arose. She’d probably have to take the monorail back home; the taxi wouldn’t let her drive if her phone’s receipt history showed recent purchases at a bar, pub, or club.
The trip to the club was a short one, and Elle parked the taxi out front. Someone else would take it when they needed it, and she didn’t have to worry about paying any parking fees. Even standing on the sidewalk, she could hear the pounding music. This would be fun. She walked up to the club doors, staring for a moment at the one-eyed lizard on the sign, then handed her phone to the bouncer, who checked her ID and then handed it back to her.
“Have a good evening,” he said, opening one of the doors and gesturing her inside.
The music was loud and rhythmic, pulsating around her. Elle sat back in her seat, laughing. She had run into one of her friends, Marianne. They weren’t good friends, more like acquaintances really, but Marianne was fun to drink with. Elle watched now as Marianne danced with two guys, flirting shamelessly with both.
Someone sat next to her at the bar, and Elle looked over out of reflex. She did a double take when she saw the man who had seated himself next to her. He was tall, with dark, almost black hair, and a clean-shaven face. His features were perfect, and Elle felt her heart begin to pound. He was gorgeous. His clothes were all black, and seemed nicely made, and his dark blue eyes were intelligent.
The man ordered a shot of whisky and then glanced over, meeting Elle’s eyes with his blue ones. A jolt of electricity went through her, and the man seemed to feel the same thing. He didn’t take his gaze off her as the bartender got his drink. Once the glass was in front of him, he threw the whiskey back in one smooth motion. When he was done, he turned towards Elle.
