by Olivia Myers
“Drake,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Elle,” she replied, she grasped his hand, expecting them to shake, but instead he lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them. His lips were warm. Elle felt herself shiver as heat washed through her.
“Would you like to dance?” Drake asked.
“Definitely,” Elle replied.
He kept hold of her hand as they got up and he led the way onto the dance floor. Elle saw Marianne glance over at her and raise her eyebrows. She returned Marianne’s look with a grin. A new song started, and Drake tugged her closer to him. She leaned back against him and moved with the beat of the music, enjoying her night out far more than she would have expected.
They danced together for an hour, with only a couple of breaks to rehydrate. Elle was really enjoying spending time with Drake. They seemed to have an immediate connection. Their conversation was choppy and limited, due to the volume of the music, but she did manage to tell him about her flower shop and some of her hopes for the future of the business. He didn’t really talk much about himself, but she was okay with that.
They were on the dance floor. Elle didn’t even remember which song they were on now, when Drake tilted her head back and kissed her. It was electric, thrilling. Energy and desire burst through Elle’s body. She pressed against him, wanting more. He responded by entangling his fingers in her hair and kissing her harder. Elle hadn’t felt this attracted to someone in a long time. She was surprised by how much she wanted this man. “Do you want to come back to my place?” she whispered to him when they came up for air. The music pulsed around them, matching the racing beat of Elle’s heart.
“Yes.” Drake said, gently brushing a strand of Elle’s hair back. “I definitely do.”
Drake drove, his car sleek and black, a model that Elle didn’t recognize. He was an attentive driver, keeping his eyes fixed on the road, and making minuscule adjustments constantly. Elle took the time to gaze at him, memorizing his face, and the way his muscles rippled smoothly under his skin. He was gorgeous. When they got to her apartment, she gave Drake a quick tour. They walked out on the balcony together, gazing down at the city. Drake walked up behind her and wrapped his big, strong arms around her, then kissed her neck. Shivers ran down Elle’s spine, and she felt her womanhood tingle. She hadn’t been this aroused in a long time.
She led Drake to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them. She pressed a button on the wall, and the blinds hummed shut, shutting out the lights of the city, and the room’s lighting dimmed. Then Elle turned to Drake, and he caught her up in another kiss. With their lips together, she moved her hands to his belt and began to undo it, and then tugged at the zipper. When his pants were unzipped, she left them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them without missing a beat. His hands were on her thighs, his fingers digging into the meat of her legs. One of them slid up under the thin fabric of her dress, and Elle moaned as he traced the edge of her lace panties with one of his fingers.
She gripped the fabric of his shirt and began tugging it up. He stopped kissing her long enough to duck out of the shirt and cast it to the floor, and then he pressed his mouth against hers again. Elle stepped backwards, guiding him towards the bed. She felt the soft fabric of her comforter against the backs of her legs, and slowly sat down in the edge of the mattress. Drake bore her backwards, settling his heavy weight on top of her. With one knee, he gently prodded her legs apart. She felt the iron hardness of his cock pressing against her through the fabric of her underwear.
Drake paused to strip off his underwear, freeing his member. Elle’s dress was riding up around her hips now, and it was easy for Drake to peel down her black underwear. They ended up crumpled on the floor with the other clothes that they had tossed away. Drake looked at her for a second, his expression soft and unreadable. Elle saw his cock, erect and throbbing, and she made a small sound, feeling an unbelievable need to have it penetrate her. He seemed to understand this, and responded by moving forward, letting his cock rest at the entrance to her pussy. His eyes met hers and held her gaze as he slowly thrust forward, easing his cock inside of her.
Elle gasped as he filled her. He was big, bigger than she’d had before, and it felt amazing. He continued the slow motion until he was completely buried inside her, and then pulled back out, just as slowly. Elle writhed beneath him, torn between pleasure and frustration at the teasing that he was putting her through. Drake remained poised at her entrance a second time, and began nibbling on her neck, making Elle dig her fingers into his arms and she moaned. “I need you,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
He obeyed, thrusting into her with surprising force, making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around him as he pounded into her. Suddenly the pleasure between her legs became almost overwhelming, flooding her body, and she arched her back, crying out. Drake thrust once, twice more, and then closed his eyes. And pressed his forehead to hers.
“Wow,” Elle whispered. Drake nodded in agreement. He rolled off her, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight.
“Thanks for having me over,” Drake said after a moment, when Elle’s breathing had slowed down. She grinned at him.
“I should be thanking you,” she said.
He stayed for another hour, showering with her and talking as she made coffee. He waved it off when she offered him some.
“Too much caffeine before bed gives me weird dreams,” he told her. He watched carefully as she yawned. “It’s late anyway,” he said. “I should get going.”
“All right,” Elle said, slightly disappointed that he wasn’t spending the night. “Will I see you again?”
“Definitely,” Drake said with a grin.
*****
At home, Drake sat down at his computer. Most people had a simple screen that was hooked up to the house’s brain, but Drake had a special terminal, one that would fulfill special needs. He was tired; he would need to recharge soon, or go grab a temporary energy boost out of the fridge if he wanted to stay up later. He had enough energy left to finish the transfer, though.
He glanced over at the woman slouched in the chair next to him. She was pretty, with light brown hair and green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A thick cable came out of the base of her skull; the other end of it was plugged into his computer.
She was, in effect, Drake’s other half. He was preparing to transfer himself into her, switching bodies - both the male and the female body he owned were elegant and about as lifelike as something artificial could get. He had paid a pretty penny for both of them, plus the dog body that was waiting in his closet. He didn’t use the dog one much, but it was nice to have a way to escape from everyone else’s expectations and just have fun. Dogs were great at having fun.
He was also saving up for a bird body, but that would take him a while. Artificial birds were worth a serious chunk of money, even the primitive ones that used jets. And he wanted one of the new ones that were nearly indistinguishable from real birds.
He shook his head, realizing that he had gotten distracted - a sign of just how low on energy he was. He grinned to himself as he remembered exactly what had drained him so much - Elle. She was a wonderful woman. He found himself wishing that he had told her what he was from the beginning, but also knew that he was probably smart not to. Most humans didn’t think of AIs as real, and Drake didn’t want to risk scaring her off before she had a chance to get to know him.
Drake took a second cable and plugged it in to the base of his own skull, after pulling back a thin flap of skin. The skin was real, fed by bioagents that were circulated by the machine that acted as his heart. He was always careful not to get scraped or cut in front of strangers - even though his skin was real, it was just a thin layer over his metal frame, and it didn’t bleed quite the right shade of red.
Closing his eyes, Drake concentrated. He could feel the transfer starting, and everything seemed to be going well. He relaxed. He’d see Elle again in a couple days, and for no
w he was going to transfer, recharge, and hopefully spend some time replaying the memories that he’d recorded during the evening.
*****
Monday morning, Elle woke up late. Annie was opening the flower shop today, so Elle had a few extra hours in which to run errands or wander through the city. After making coffee and showering, she decided to go shopping. Some local stores were having good sales today, plus it had been a while since she’d been downtown proper. She grabbed her purse and shot one last look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing jeans that clung to her and a low-cut crimson sweater. The weather was cooler today, and she enjoyed bringing out the fall clothes. Her boots were really what brought the outfit together, though. They were almost knee-high, leather, and the exact same shade of red as her sweater. She smiled at her reflection and shut off the light. She had a feeling it would be a good day.
She took the monorail downtown, feeling too contemplative to want to drive a taxi. Drake hadn’t called her yet, which was disappointing. She was perfectly fine with having casual sex, but she had thought there’d been a deeper connection between them. Maybe he would call today. She glanced at her phone, and then shook her head. She was being ridiculous. She hadn’t felt so needy since she was a teenager. What she really needed was to find someone else to distract her.
The bookstore was quiet. It was one of the few places in the city that still sold actual, paper books, and Elle loved it.
The clerk greeted her quietly, and then turned her attention back to the novel she was reading. Elle walked around, going through each aisle and trailing her fingers across the spines of the books. She stopped in the romance section, which was near the back of the store, and crouched down to see if her favorite author had released anything new yet. She hadn’t, and Elle straightened up with a sigh. With some surprise, she saw that another woman had entered the book store, and was slowly browsing down the aisles towards her. She hadn’t heard the woman come in. Elle found herself inexplicably attracted to the woman, who had long, light brown hair which complemented her green eyes nicely. She was lean, and moved gracefully. Elle thought that she was probably a dancer or athlete of some sort - she moved with the sort of physical self-confidence that dancers usually seemed to possess.
The woman noticed Elle watching her, and paused in her movement, glancing up at Elle and giving her the full force of her stare. Elle felt a jolt, as if she had unexpectedly run into an old friend, but she didn’t know this woman. Or did she? For a moment, she thought that there was something familiar about those eyes, but then she shook off the feeling. She really didn’t recognize the woman, but there was no denying an instant attraction.
The woman seemed to feel something too, because she held Elle’s gaze as she approached. Elle bit her lip, confused by the feelings of arousal stirring in her. First she had met Drake, and now this? It seemed like her dry spell had ended with a bang.
“Hello,” the woman said in a smooth voice. “I’m Lisa.”
“Hi,” Elle replied. “I’m Elle.” She took the woman’s proffered hand. The woman’s mouth twitched, as if she was about to say something.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said after the briefest hesitation.
“You too,” Elle said. She released the woman’s hand, which was warm and smooth. Elle couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like sliding over her body. “Do you come here often?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Oh, occasionally,” Lisa said. “I usually just read ebooks, but there is a special quality about the paper ones that I crave sometimes.”
“I know what you mean,” Elle said. “I hope they never go out of style. There’s something so perfect about the feeling of opening up a new book.”
“Did you find anything good here today?” Lisa asked, taking a step closer and glancing at the books Elle had been looking at.
“Oh, nothing new,” she said, enjoying the scent of the woman’s perfume as it washed over her. “How about you?”
“I may have,” Lisa said, looking directly at Elle. Elle felt butterflies in her stomach.
*****
They decided to get coffee. Elle took Lisa to the same place she’d gone the other day. A different cashier was there today, a person this time, and he took their orders cheerily. Elle and Lisa retreated to a table in the back. The coffee shop was mostly empty, so they enjoyed a private atmosphere to converse in. “So what do you do?” Elle asked. “For a living, I mean.”
“Well, I work in technology,” Lisa said. “It comes easily to me, and it pays well. I wouldn’t call it my passion, though.”
“What is your passion?” Elle asked.
Lisa thought for a moment, her gaze far off. “Just… learning about people, I guess,” she said. “I like people watching. Not in a creepy way, or anything like that.” She smiled. “I guess I’d like to be a psychologist, and help people with their problems. I see people that are unhappy so often, and I just want to help them feel better.”
“That’s a wonderful dream,” Elle said.
“Yeah,” Lisa said. “I only wish it was possible.”
“Well, why isn’t it?” Elle asked, wanting to encourage her new friend. “You could go back to school and get a degree… online classes aren’t really that expensive anymore, and I’m sure you would make an amazing psychologist.”
“Let’s just say, my dream is an impossibility in this day and age,” Lisa said, with a sad smile. “But how about you? What’s your dream?”
“I’m already living it,” Elle replied. “I own a flower shop. It may not sound like much, but it really is rewarding.”
“It must be nice,” Lisa said, smiling at her. “I’d love to be able to own my own business.”
Elle wanted to ask why she couldn’t - the government did a lot to encourage small businesses these days - but decided not to. She didn’t really know this woman, after all, and didn’t want to delve into personal matters if she could help it. At least, not yet.
After talking for a while and sipping their coffee, Elle was unable to deny the attraction between them. She was certain that Lisa felt the same way; the woman was extremely responsive to Elle’s flirting. Making a decision, Elle cleared her throat. “I have to be at work in a couple of hours,” she said. “But I was wondering…would you like to come back to my apartment with me first?”
Lisa didn’t even hesitate. “Yes,” she said.
Elle smiled and led her outside.
*****
They almost didn’t even make it to Elle’s bedroom. She just had time to shut the apartment door behind her before Lisa was kissing her. The other woman’s lips were soft, and she tasted of coffee and caramel. Lisa somehow managed to lead them to the bedroom - how did she know where the bedroom was? Elle thought, but the thought was quickly forgotten while Elle tore at Lisa’s clothes.
Sliding her hand through Elle’s hair, Lisa cupped the back of her head, and gently eased her toward the bed. As their kiss deepened, Lisa caressed the soft skin of Elle’s stomach. The edge of her hand rubbed along the bottom of her breasts and Elle moaned softly in her throat.
Growing bolder - her experience with women was limited - Elle began kissing Lisa harder. Lisa opened her mouth wider, encouraging her. When Lisa pulled back to look at her, Elle noticed a spray of freckles across her face. Gorgeous, she thought.
Elle moaned when, burying her face in her hair, Lisa’s lips found the soft creamy skin of her neck and began to suck gently on it. She let her head fall back, giving Lisa better access to her smooth skin. Moving her hand higher, Lisa gently cupped one of Elle’s small breasts. Then Lisa pulled back again and removed her hand from beneath Elle’s shirt.
Lisa grabbed bottom of her own shirt began pulling it up. Elle's eyes were wide and focused on Lisa’s chest while her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Elle’s gaze dropped to see her now erect nipples poking through her shirt and her heart raced at the thought she too would soon be topless. Lisa teasingly lifted the top just h
igh enough to expose the curve of her own breasts, and Elle bit back a moan of longing.
Responding to her, Lisa quickly stripped her top off and tossed it to the side. Elle gently cupped one hand around Lisa’s soft, warm breast. Lisa made a small sound of her own, pressing forward into Elle’s hand. Elle took this to mean that Lisa wanted more, so she began gently pinching the woman’s nipples between her fingers. Lisa moaned. As Elle continued to fondle her breasts, Lisa placed her hands at her sides and grabbed the edge of Elle’s sweater. Lisa tugged on it, slowly pulling it up and exposing Elle’s flat belly.
Elle removed her hands from Lisa’s chest and lifted her arms over her head. Lisa paused briefly, and then pulled her top off. She stared at Elle’s rounded, firm breasts, covered only by the thin fabric of the bra. Elle reached behind herself and, with a practiced motion, undid her bra. She let it fall to the bed. Surprising her, Lisa leaned forward and took one of her nipples in her mouth. Elle moaned, arching her back. Lisa’s hand found Elle’s pussy and began to rub it through the fabric of her pants. “God, I want you so badly!”
Elle's words were cut off by a gasp as Lisa eased her hand inside Elle’s pants and slid her fingers down to the incredibly wet lips of her pussy. Lisa again paused at her clit, rubbing her fingers in a circle around it. Elle moaned and her hips jerked, pushing against Lisa’s hand. No longer sucking on Elle’s nipple, Lisa cupped Elle’s chin in her hand. She tilted her face up and kissed Elle, while her fingers were buried deep in her pussy.
Elle moaned into her mouth, wanting - no, needing - more. Lisa seemed to sense this, because she gently pushed Elle back until she was lying on the bed. Then Lisa unbuttoned Elle’s pants and slowly pulled them off. She gazed at Elle as Elle lay there, wearing nothing but the thin fabric of her panties. Slowly, tortuously, Lisa hooked her fingers around the outer edges of Elle’s panties and tugged them off. Unhesitating, she knelt down by the edge of the bed and, with surprising strength, tugged Elle forward until her ass was right at the edge of the mattress. Then Lisa leaned forward and kissed Elle’s pussy gently, letting her tongue barely brush Elle’s outer lips.