by Audrey Drake
Ms. Ruthers was perfect, no matter if it was skirt day or sweat pant day, Andy thought to himself as he gazed at her brilliance. His bastard classmates came up with this lie that lusting over her all year would lead you into the realm of puberty. A place little boys went, never to return. But, Andy did not believe that old wise tale. He had been in her class for almost a full 6 months now, and nothing had happened. His doctor called him a “late bloomer” and reassured his mother that it was nothing to worry about. When she left the room so he could check under Andy’s shorts, he asked the boy, “Has it gotten hard before, Andy?” The frightened 13 year old shook his head. “Well, there will come a time when it does, and I do not want you to be scared. When this happens, just tell your mother that you need to make an appointment with me, okay?”
Oh god. Ms. Ruthers crossed her legs. Everything that every boy in the classroom had been praying for finally happened in one brief moment, and of course the underwear of the day was pink. Why wouldn’t she match her blouse with her panties? But, this day would prove to be different, and would have every student talking about it for the rest of their high school careers. For whatever reason, the left over the right leg cross was not comfortable for Ms. Ruthers today, as she read from “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Almost immediately after crossing her legs, in her light tan skirt which hung just above the knees, she shimmied around on the stool, made a face of discomfort and returned her left leg to its original position; parallel with her right. The room fell even more silent than it already was. It was a silence that Andy would never experience again. Ms. Ruthers’ knees were bent at a 90 degree angle, while her feet rested on the middle notch of the stool. The gap between her kneecaps was about 3 inches wide, and that space carried all the way up to her inner thighs, and those light pink panties were in stagnant view of everyone.
Tap-tap-tap
One of the officers was standing on the other side of the cell door, smiling. “Mr. Steele, your ride is here.”
Andy walked out of the open cell door to see a familiar face, his landlord. She was no older than 40, and quite a looker. She had decent sized b-cupped breasts, a nice shaped ass that protruded just slightly from the rest of her backside, and dark brown hair that rested quaintly on her shoulders. She was also in great shape for a woman her age, which struck Andy as odd, because he never saw her in the workout room. She also kept a really good watch on her tenants. It was not out of the ordinary for them to run into each other after 12 on any given night. “Just walking the halls,” she would say. Andy never noticed a wedding band, so he just assumed she was lonely and her business was her life.
“Jessica, thanks again, as always.” He said, a bit relieved that she came again. He had no intentions of staying in that place over night. Blue balls had set in on the ride over in the cop car, and he needed some release. It was a booty-call-of-the-week night after all.
“Anytime, Andy.” Jessica said proudly, “We have to take care of our VIPs!”
They both hopped into her Honda, and she drove them back to the apartment building. Andy racked his brain, trying to decide who he would call to be his lucky woman tonight. He wished that he could finish things off with the blonde from the workout room, but then realized that he had no way of contacting her and did not know which room she lived in. A thought crossed his mind…
“Hey Jessica, do you, by any chance, know of a blonde that lives in our building? She is about 5’4”, athletic build, and probably about my age? I met her in the workout room earlier today and did not catch her name.”
Jessica giggled. “So, a blonde girl, approximately in her early twenties, with a banging body… Is that what you are saying?”
“Yes.” Andy said sheepishly. He and Jessica had hooked up in the past, but it never went anywhere. He was not looking for anything steady and she knew that.
“You are not really feeling very creative today, are you Andy? I think you just described 75% of all males’ fantasies.”
Fine. She would not help him. No matter, the night was still young. He could take the bus downtown and find another lucky lady.
Chapter Three
Or, maybe he would not have to go out at all. He got off the elevator of the 4th floor, and had it all planned out. He would slip into his room, shower, grab some food, and then head out to a bar to meet up with whatever lovely lady fell under his charm tonight. It was Saturday, so if he wanted to drink and get in someone’s pants he would have to act quickly. He had work on Monday, and did not fancy an 8 hour shift with a hangover. It had to be tonight.
Andy fumbled his keys in front of Room 403 for a few seconds, when he heard a door open at the end of the corridor, and a woman stepped into the hall. She was pushing 6 feet tall, and sported a very curvy physique. Hmmm, that is odd. Andy had never noticed her before, even though they apparently lived just a few doors down from each other. The brunette made her way down the hall towards him, and the door to the staircase.
“Not taking the elevator tonight, ma’am?” He asked, as they made eye contact.
“No. I am trying to stay active to shed some of this extra weight.” She said, chuckling with embarrassment.
“I think I may know of a few other ways to burn some calories.” How terribly up front of me, Andy thought. But, he was incredibly horny and losing patience. She was not his type by any means, but her attractiveness was growing on him.
The brunette smirked. “Oh really? Well, I am open to new ideas.”
In a flash they were sucking face in the hallway, struggling to push his locked door open. Finally it gave way, and he pushed her back up against the wall of his room, pulling her left thigh up to his waist. She kicked the door closed with her other foot, and ripped his shirt off at the seams. Damn, this girl had some bite as well. She might be more fun than he initially thought.
Her body giggled as she fell back onto his mattress. Only her panties remained, and he was about to take care of that hindrance. Andy’s lips made their way from her neck, to her breasts. He made first contact with the left nipple, and exhaled heavily. Finally, some release. His lips puckered around the protruding skin, while his tongue circled the flesh repeatedly in a counter-clockwise motion. The right breast received the same attention, and his hands gripped at every piece of her upper torso. Down, farther down, his lips met her belly button. Farther, he licked at her inner thigh, and gripped at her laced panties with his front teeth. Off, and on the floor her panties fell limply. Her inner thighs clenched his head between them like a vise as soon as his lips made contact with hers. Andy’s tongue plunged deep into her. Finally, he could taste what he had been yearning for all day. The brunette grabbed at his hair and pulled him up to eye level, barely breathing the only word she could muster, “now.”
It must have been quite the display of affection, because he woke up the next morning with only few foggy memories of the night before. She had presumably left while he slept, and in strange way that made him happy. It was easier with no awkward conversation about what would happen next. He was not ready for a relationship at this point. Sex was just too much fun to only be shared with one person.
After cleaning up, and throwing his sheets in the washer, Andy figured that he would go work out. Who knows, maybe he would see that blonde from yesterday. Two girls in one weekend? He had done worse.
To his dismay, the workout room was as desolate as usual. He positioned himself on the leg press again, since he did not finish the reps he meant to get done yesterday. One of the windows in the room faced the street. This was an added perk for Andy. He could people watch all day. Lusting over any worthy females, and internally talking shit about the ones who were with another man. They did not know the real meaning of love.
As soon as he finished his first set he noticed a redhead, waiting alone at the bus stop across the street. She was deep in thought, thumbs going this way and that on her iPhone. Andy must have been staring for much longer than he realized, because after a while she looked up at him and smiled. Andy s
miled back, and motioned to her as if to ask if he could come over. The redhead blushed and nodded her head in agreement.
“Hello.” Andy said, as he took advantage of the open seat next to her.
“Hi.” The redhead said, still blushing. “The bus I am waiting for will be here any minute, so I do not have much time to chat.”
“I have some spare change.” Andy reassured her, “I can ride with you… You know, to make sure you make it safe. A pretty thing like you should not travel alone in such a dangerous town.”
Sure enough, the bus showed up only minutes afterward, and the two entered the vehicle together, giggling and talking the whole way to the only open seats in the back. The other occupants directed puzzling and uneasy looks at Andy, but he thought nothing of it. They must be jealous of his new arm candy.
The flirting grew heavier, and before long their lips met as Andy stroked some stray strands of hair lying on her left cheek. Her lips were warm, and had the perfect amount of moisture within them. Her right hand gripped at his thigh and plunged deep in between his legs to stroke his now growing bulge. Intensity ensued, and the redhead saddled him and began to ride up and down on his lap. Their tongues were in a constant battle with each other for who would be the dominator. The redheads back arched as his right hand went from her lower back, to inside her pants to feel the thong that lie beneath. He could not take it anymore. This had to happen, now. He pushed her down to the floor, guided her head to his crotch, and pulled his shorts down to a manageable level. The redhead’s eyes never left his as she placed her mouth around the tip of his organ. Her tongue went up and down; up and down on him as if it was a brush, repainting the same spot over and over. Before long, all of him was in her mouth.
The bus slammed to a stop and his body was not ready to brace for it. His head slammed against the back of the seat in front of him, and the redhead fell to the floor with a scream. Dazed, he looked up to see over 20 horrified faces staring at him. Some of them had begun to run off the bus screaming, the others would follow suit after the shock wore off. He looked back down at the girl and whispered, “We have to get you out of here.”
Andy pulled his shorts up and grabbed her hand. In a flash, they tore down the aisle. A few people still remained on the bus; some were talking frantically on their phones, some still held the same astonished looks, and a few even began to clap and hoot as he ran past. He had to save her from this.
Once outside, Andy pleaded to her, “Go!” He could already hear the sirens getting closer. “I will handle the cops, just go!” A few people in the crowd that had gathered around the parked bus must have thought he was speaking to them, because they started running in all directions. Andy walked calmly over to the curb, and sat silently; alone, waiting. After another short ride to the station, filled with incredible amounts of déjà vu, Andy was put back into the same cell as the day before. He looked through the same glass on the door, pondering the same question about the two female cops on duty: “Who would I rather bang?”
Chapter Four
Not long after arriving, a familiar tapping on the glass ensued and an officer opened the cell door. Andy walked out to see the face he always saw waiting for him, his landlord.
“Jessica, thanks again.” He said, a bit embarrassed.
“Two times in one weekend, this is impressive, even for you, Andy.” She said, grinning.
The cops told Jessica that they would have to follow her back to the apartments, which was a bit unusual. Andy did not know on what grounds she was able to bail him out with no repercussions, but apparently two arrests in 24 hours warranted a follow through, to make sure he made it back without wandering into something else…
Andy stared unfalteringly at what lay between Ms. Ruthers’ legs. Her light pink underwear were so inviting. Her smooth, tan skin looked comforting, like a place he wanted to pack up and spend a weekend at. Andy was a bit far back in the classroom to make out many details. But, even so, his eyes squinted and pierced the depths inside of her skirt, and he could have sworn he saw an outline of something that he had never seen before behind that pink cloth. His hips trembled as if he had not sat down in days, a cold sweat beaded up on his forehead, and he exhaled heavier and heavier with each breath. A slow biological growth rose to life behind his jeans, and his tighty-whities clung to his privates tighter than ever.
“Andy. Andy. Andy are you with us?” Ms. Ruthers questioned. The entire classroom had turned to fix their gaze upon him.
“Yes, Ms. Ruthers. Yes I was ju--.”
“Would you like to come up and read the first part of chapter four to the class?”
Defeated, Andy slowly rose from his seat; the last chair in the 4th row from the door. The entire class gasped as he made his way to the front of the room. A few boys snickered and pointed at the bulge in his jeans. Ms. Ruthers’ eyes never left his.
“Alright Andy, we are here.” Jessica stated, as she put the car in park. “I think the officers are going to walk you to your room. I will come by to check on you once they leave, Okay?”
“Sure.” Andy muttered.
Once they all arrived to the 4th floor, one of the cops let out a remark in a condescending tone, “Have a good night, Mr. Steele. See you soon.”
Too embarrassed and exhausted, Andy did not even respond. He simply walked to his room, alone, ready to sleep the night away. After all, tomorrow was Sunday, and he had to go back to work on Monday.
Once he was inside, the same officer turned to Jessica. “Why do you even bother with him? This guy is beyond repair.”
“Because some of us have morals, with all due respect, sir. I built this place as a foundation for something more. A place where answers can be found, and people can be helped.” Jessica replied.
“Fine. You do you. But, we will continue to do our jobs until people like him are locked up for good. I do not care what deal you made with the judge. Has Andy ever even been with a woman?”
“From my observations, he has only been with one.”
“And who would that be?”
“I am not at liberty to discuss patient information any further. Have a good night, boys.”
The officers exited the same way they came, and Jessica reached into her pocket to retrieve her handheld tape recorder.
“Mr. Steele’s post-traumatic stress induced psychosis has grown worse. I will continue to the patient’s room and repeat the psychotherapy sessions immediately.” Jessica took the elastic ribbon out of her hair, releasing it down to her shoulders. “It has been two weeks since our last session, and I must admit, I felt that he was truly coming to reality this time. It is still my professional opinion that Mr. Steele has a mix between Erotomanic and Grandiose delusional disorders. Standby for further analysis.”
She pressed the stop button on her recorder, and returned it to her pocket. Once outside the door of room 403, she paused, and undid the top 3 buttons of her blouse. She tugged on her skirt a little so that it rested just a few inches above the knee. “For science.” She muttered, and raised her right hand to the wood…
Knock, knock.
The End
K8-E – Built To Please
Chapter One
She had been waiting all day for this.
She waited all day, every day for this, in fact.
She didn't mind waiting, though. She didn't see it as waiting. She saw it as a slow, torturous buildup, anticipation climbing, her silicon body tensing, every circuit on edge, every wire in her body bristling with electricity, her motherboard close to meltdown with the intense arousal of the relentless, compounded suspense.
No, the waiting was not a problem.
After all, that was what she'd been built for. She could wait until the end of days for her master, wait until the walls crumbled down around her, wait until the ceiling crashed down upon her head, until the weeds all swallowed up the house, until time tore apart everything else around her, shaking the foundation of the life she knew to its core. Always she could wa
it, just as long as she knew that her purpose was being fulfilled.
She stood at the window. She peeked out like a dog, nervously anticipating the return of its owner, practically pressing her nose up childishly against the glass- not that her nose would have left a smudge, devoid of any natural human oils as it was, but she just barely kept her face apart from it all the same. She stood on tip-toe, craning her neck down each side of the dimly lit street for the approach of his vehicle. The smooth, round cheeks of her perfectly manufactured rump peeked out from below the loose, over-sized shirt of his she'd put on as she stretched out her body, a narrow crimson strip of lingerie protecting the black crescent of its cleavage from view.
Maybe it was only her programming, she considered, though not caring all that much if it was, but she was burning for his touch. Burning for him to take her in his warm, strong, human arms, to seize her like the treasure she was and, and, and...
Oh God...
She was beginning to see zeros and ones in front of her eyes just thinking about it, blinded by desire and binary, her head spinning, her tip-toed stance proving too difficult to withstand any longer. She drifted back down onto the soles of her feet, her head spinning, fearing she may collapse from the simple dizziness of desire.
What a romantic she was, she thought, partly scolding herself, but also smiling at her own silliness. Though it wasn't love, exactly, that was motivating her to stand and to gape foolishly like this, and a large part of her knew that. Love, she knew, was not something she was capable of in the strictest of senses, because quite simply, this was something she had not been designed for, that no robot could be truly designed for- that perhaps not even a human could be said to be designed for. It was more like... Infatuation, really. The illusion of love, on both ends, perhaps, but in reality a simple matter of lust fulfillment, made more legitimate by the involvement of emotions that in reality meant nothing to either of them. A bit like humans, one may be inclined to argue cynically, but she forbade herself from indulging these thoughts as they came to her during the long and endless days.