Heavenly Bodies

by Celine Chatillon

  “Thank you.”

  She accepted the parcel with a nod, placing it under her arm as they strolled to the galley. Fortunately, the holographic projector itself came unassembled and was relatively small—about the size of a large coconut. The box could be passed off as containing any number of innocuous things. “Want some coffee and homemade doughnuts?” she asked.

  He flashed a heart-melting smile. “Yes, please. I live for your coffee, you know.”

  And I live for that smile of yours.

  “You keeping yourself sane these last two weeks?” His carefree chuckle interrupted her reverie. She handed him a large mug of java and a plate filled with crème-filled long johns. “I see you’ve spent your time very creatively.”

  “Yes, I have.” Besides the baking, she’d also been taking notes from Hak on the proper care and maintenance of a PlayMate—while observing some very hot sexual escapades. But why Hak wanted to learn how to program his unit to resemble a sheep, she’d never understand.

  “Hmm, good and creamy.” Del’s tongue slowly flickered about the filling of the doughnut, licking it clean. “You’re trying to fatten me up, aren’t you?”

  She laughed, pouring him another cup of her own special mocha blend. “You could stand to gain a few pounds, flyboy.”

  “But if I put on any weight, the company wouldn’t be able to haul as much ore, and I’d be grounded.”

  “Would that be so bad?”

  He sipped his coffee, looking at her thoughtfully. “It would depend on where I was grounded.”

  Then it hit her: Not Mel or Denzel, but Del. Del was the man she wanted her PlayMate to resemble. Del would be her first time.

  A sudden warmth spread across Lelia’s cheeks. She turned quickly to retrieve some pastries from the plate, plopping them into a plastic container. “Here. You eat these all up and tell me how much weight you’ve put on next time.”

  His mischievous grin dazzled her with its brilliance. “With pleasure.”

  Lelia hated waving good-bye to Del at the end of their brief visit, but she couldn’t race fast enough to her workbench to start assembling her PlayMate.

  “Download your PlayMate’s personality at this time,” the instruction disk said thirty minutes later. “Punch in the code for your celebrity persona now, or link your PlayMate’s viz processor to your own comp and download your customized persona program. All that is necessary for a customized persona is a full-view video of the individual, for vocalization, a short recording of the individual’s speech pattern.”

  “Right.” She put down the sonic spanner and hooked up the comp feed. “Bilgee, bring up the security vids from Del’s last three visits. That should be more than enough info to create a realistic holographic clone of him.”

  “Processing request. Security video containing Del Tourner ready.”

  Lelia stood back from the unit, licking her lips in anticipation. There was a sharp burst of static, and then the blurry image of a man began to form. The mahogany-colored body that lay across the workbench possessed Del’s characteristic smile, handsome facial features and long-fingered hands, but little more.

  “Shit. I guess since I don’t have a vid of him naked, the persona program isn’t certain of how to form the rest of him.” Lelia sighed, hitting the scan button on the comp console. “There’s got to be some protocol on how to proceed if this is the case… Ah, here it is, ‘What to do if you have insufficient data to program a customized persona’. That’s what I need.”

  She hit the enter key and the disk droned, “If all you have is a clothed image of your special persona, PlayMate can help you develop its other body features with some input about your personal tastes.”

  “Perfect.” Lelia settled into her chair and began answering the survey questions. “Skin tone? Same as face. Texture? Smooth, little body hair. Build? Muscular, with slim waist and hips. Libido—high, higher or highest? Definitely the highest! Penis… Small, medium, large or custom-sized?”

  She sat back and scratched her head. “Small, medium or large? Good grief. Should I go for large? How large is large? I wonder what ‘custom-sized’ means?”

  Scanning the instruction disk again, she discovered what a custom-sized cock meant. “A penis that is in proportion to the rest of the individual’s body based on measurements of hands and feet. Good. That sounds about right. It’s not the size that counts anyway, but how it’s used and whom you’re using it with. And the vids show Del’s hands quite well. I can tell he wears a good-sized boot, so I’ll input that data about his shoe size…”

  The blurry image materialized on the workbench. Lelia gasped, clapping her hands. “Oh, my… He’s perfect!”

  * * * * * *

  “I’m ready for your instructions, mistress.” Del’s holographic clone sat up on the workbench like a wooden puppet an hour later, speaking in a rather flat monotone. The thing certainly looked like Del—and it sounded like Del—but something was definitely missing.

  “Hang on there a moment, big boy. I need to tinker with you a bit.” Lelia scanned the recent vids to see if she could discover the missing element. She played back their last conversation, and immediately knew what was needed.

  “Add various laughing tonal variations as demonstrated by Del Tourner to PlayMate,” she instructed the comp. “Add grinning features as well.” She sat back to observe.

  A low, throaty chuckle emerged from between a bright flash of teeth. He stood and took a step toward her, fondling his growing erection. “I’m ready for your instructions, mistress. Are you ready for me?”

  Lelia gulped and nodded. She couldn’t wriggle out of her work overalls fast enough.

  The light touch of holographic hands circling her breasts, flickering against the rose-colored buds of her nipples, released a groan of pleasure from deep within her. It was amazing how lifelike her PlayMate felt. He massaged her clit by grinding his cock hard against her in an erotic dance as old as time itself.

  Could this wondrous touching, stroking and caressing only be static sensations produced by a sophisticated holographic device? Was her sex partner nothing but ‘smoke and mirrors’, as many critics of the PlayMate series contended?

  Lelia didn’t care. All she knew was that the most attractive male in the entire known universe was going to make love to her any way, as much and as often as she wanted.

  “Hmmm, good and creamy,” the PlayMate muttered in exact imitation of Del. His lips played havoc across her neck and breasts. He stroked her pussy with a determined rhythm, inserting a finger. “And wet. Are you ready for some of my special crème filling, mistress?”

  “Call me Lelia. And I’m more than ready for that gorgeous cock of yours.”

  He threw back his head back, laughing just like Del. “Would you like to sample it first?”

  “Well, maybe just a little lick.” She bent and took his rod in her mouth, lashing her tongue around its long, hard shaft and broad, round top, then the smooth balls. She pulled back and laughed. “You taste like a long john!”

  He flashed a blinding grin and winked. “I can be creative in the kitchen, too.”

  “Show me. I’ve always wanted to cook more in there than food.” She took him by the hand and led him to the galley area.

  He lifted her onto the counter and raised her legs to his shoulders, squeezing her buttocks for good measure. “Are you ready, Lelia? Are you ready to take all of me?”

  “Yes, yes…” She wiggled and arched back, her long blonde hair flowing over the other side of the counter. He massaged her butt cheeks harder, plunging another finger inside her. She groaned. The agony was exquisite. “Yes, I’m ready. Please don’t make me wait anymore, Del. I want you to fuck me. Shoot your cream into me.”

  He gave another throaty chuckle. “Your wish is my command, Lelia.”

  He rammed his entire length into her in one mind-blowing stroke. She screamed, thrusting her hips higher to meet his. He began to grind in a circular motion, releasing a slow torture of astoun
ding sensations deep within her.

  “Am I hard enough? Deep enough? Should I go faster?” he asked without missing a beat.

  She was panting now, and moaning with abandon. His tongue danced across her nipples, then he suckled her into the ecstasy of near unconsciousness. At any moment, she’d explode and scream so loud that Hak Shaunesi would be able to hear her a million parsecs away—without switching on his com link.

  “Oh, harder… faster…please.”

  “You’re so tight. It’s driving me mad.”

  His hips gyrated to a faster tempo, his balls slapping a hard, steady rhythm against her. He tossed back his head and moaned. “I’m going to shoot everything I got into you. I can’t hold on much longer, Lelia. I can’t hold on…hold on…”

  Lelia’s eyes widened at the sight of her holographic lover grimacing with the effort to keep from coming. Was that really his cock she felt pulsating inside her? She never got the chance to ask her lover the question, for even now a massive orgasm was building deep within her.

  “Don’t hold back,” she whispered. She curved her hips back further, wrapping her legs around him.

  He obliged her with several deep, penetrating thrusts. Her pussy instinctively responded, rhythmically contracting and releasing, sending sensations of white-hot electricity zinging outward from her core.

  Her thrashing about the counter made it difficult for her accomplice to keep his cock planted inside her, but he improvised well. He gripped her buttocks and held on, pushing her over the bliss-filled heights once more with a swift series of searing strokes and a deafening cry of delight.

  Minutes later—and with a little help—Lelia groggily sat up. She was eagerly met by her PlayMate’s dazzling smile and characteristic laugh.

  She also couldn’t help but notice his huge erection.

  He wiggled an eyebrow. “Ready for some more cooking, Lelia?”

  * * * * * *

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you when Del arrives for his pick-up tomorrow.” Lelia sighed. After almost two weeks of nearly uninterrupted lovemaking, she felt content to lie forever in her holographic lover’s arms.

  “Will it upset him to see me?”

  “I’m not sure how he’d react. I know if I saw myself walking about the outpost without a stitch of clothing on, I’d be… Well, it would be a bit disconcerting.”

  “Or maybe it would excite him?”

  “Possibly.” She rose up on an elbow and smiled down at him. “You always seem to see the positive in every situation. Is it a built-in function of your PlayMate program, or something the comp picked up from Del’s personality from the vids?”

  “Either. Both. Does it matter?” He pulled her over on top of him, slipping his ever-ready shaft into her. His tongue latched onto her nipples, teasing them to pebbled points while his long fingers played a symphony against her clit.

  A moan resonated deep within her. “Hmm, it doesn’t matter… doesn’t matter at all.”

  The cadence of their coupling increased until Lelia’s twisting and turning of her hips and the steady beat of PlayMate’s thrusts yielded the desired results. She tossed her hair back and cried out, her pussy clenching and spasming with rapturous abandon. Sated, she slumped into her lover’s open arms.

  “Incoming spacecraft,” Bilgee abruptly announced. “Spacecraft identified as Outer World Mining Corp Vessel Alpha-Six-Niner. Pilot requests immediate docking privileges.”

  Her eyes flew open. “Del’s here already? Oh, shit!”

  Lelia jumped up and slipped on the bathrobe lying beside the bed. Grabbing her hairbrush, she undid as much damage as she could in ten seconds while simultaneously considering her options.

  “Get up and go hide in the shower,” she ordered PlayMate. “Be very quiet and stay there until I give you the all-clear sign.”

  He immediately obeyed. “What is the ‘all-clear sign’?”

  She bit her lip. “The words ‘come out, come out wherever you are’. When you hear those words, you can come out of hiding. Understand?”

  “Yes, Lelia. I understand.”

  “Pressurizing hanger. Ore pumps in place,” Bilgee droned. “Shall I turn on the microwave?”

  “No. It’s not necessary.” Lelia tried to comb out a particularly nasty tangle. Her hairbrush catapulted out of her hand and landed across the room. “Ow!”

  Moments later, she heard the swish of the hanger airlock opening.

  “Anybody home?” Del Tourner gave a throaty chuckle. “Lelia? You around, or have you gone off on an EVA somewhere?”

  “I’m here.” Lelia pulled the short robe about herself tighter and stepped into the control center, willing her heart to stop fluttering. She took a series of long, deep breaths before responding fully. “You caught me napping. It isn’t the fifteenth… Aren’t you a day early?”

  “I am. But I had some extra time on my hands this month, and I thought I’d spend it with a friend.” He turned to observe the dirty dishes and half-eaten remains of yesterday’s meals. “Looks delicious, whatever it was.”

  She padded over to the countertop and began to straighten up, being careful to store the whipped cream container before he noticed it. She had to admit that she really enjoyed PlayMate lapping her pussy while it was covered in the cool concoction.

  “The leftovers are in the food storage unit,” she said. “I can heat up some if you like, while you tell me the secret of how to finagle a vacation day from the Outer Worlds Mining Corp. That’s no mean feat.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  He casually sat down, crossed his legs and grinned, seemingly content to watch her reheat food in her bathrobe. “It’s serendipity at its finest. First, my spacecraft developed a problem with the ion drive, stranding me for a few days with a neighbor of yours while I waited for spare parts. Then the company decided to test out the Series II experimental ship, capable of cutting the time of my asteroid-hopping route in one-half, and since my route was behind a few days...”

  “They allowed you to test drive their newest racer?”

  He nodded. “I more than impressed them with how I handled it. You’re looking at Outer World’s newest Series II pilot.”

  “Woo-hoo! Congratulations!” Lelia clapped her hands. “A promotion like this calls for a very special dessert. Now, let me see…”

  She bent over to open the galley cabinets, searching for the right ingredients. “How about a big devil’s food cake with fudge frosting?”

  “Hmm… devil’s food. Sounds heavenly.”

  She felt a delicious tingle of anticipation tickling up her spine. She glanced over her shoulder, catching Del gazing hungrily at her bare ass, sticking out from under her robe. She tugged the cloth lower, then stood and handed him his dinner. “It’ll take an hour or so to bake properly. How long can you stay?”

  “I’ve got a thirty-six hour layover if I’ve done my calculations right. Possibly longer, if I can max out the speedometer at time-distort twelve.”

  She gave a long whistle. “Time-distort twelve? You could practically finish your entire route in a handful of days with speed like that. Whatever will you do with all your spare time, Mr. Series II Pilot?”

  He took a bite of food, swallowed and smiled again. “I’m thinking of taking up a hobby or two.”

  Lelia nodded. That sexy quirk of his eyebrow reminded her of… No, she couldn’t think of PlayMate now. She needed to focus her attention on her baking. But it had been so long since she’d experienced a day like this…a day where she had been awakened by a talented lover and then got the chance to enjoy a human-to-human conversation in the flesh. She felt practically giddy. “Hobby? Hmmm, let’s see. Pilots are known for exploring nearby space anomalies and charting new stars. You think you’ll take up astronomy?”

  “Maybe. But I’m more into hands-on pursuits, you could say.”

  She measured out the flour and sugar before creaming the butter in the mixing bowl with the back of a spoon. “Many ancient ocean
ships’ captains built models of their crafts and placed them into glass containers. I read an ebook about the practice once some time ago. I’ll look for it in my comp files if you want.”

  He quickly cleaned his plate and put his fork down. “Don’t bother. I’ve got an excellent idea for a new hobby, courtesy of Hak Shaunesi.”

  Lelia dropped her spoon. “Hak?”

  “Yes, I believe you know Hak.” Del stood and leaned over the counter, whispering conspiratorially. “Very well, according to him.”

  Warmth crept over her cheeks. She put the mixing bowl on the counter to sift in the powder ingredients. She didn’t dare look Del in the face.

  “We communicate frequently,” she said matter-of-factly. “After all, Hak’s place is the nearest outpost to mine. There isn’t much of a time delay on verbal transmissions.”

  “Or visual. While I was stranded, Hak showed me some ‘home movies’ he’s made recently with a new device he has. And I could see in the background how you were a very interested observer in a few of them.”

  Lelia froze. Did he know about her PlayMate? There was only one thing she could do at this point in the conversation. She had to pull rank on him.

  She put the sifter down, placed her hands on her hips and leveled a firm gaze at her guest. “There’s nothing against company policy in those vids. We’re neighbors, and it’s lonely out here at times. You of all people should understand that.”

  “I do. And I’m not going to tell on you and Hak—or Hak and several others, for that matter.” Del walked around the counter and took her hands in his. “I want to join you.”

  “Join?” A frown creased her brow. “You mean you want to watch Hak and his PlayMate make ‘home movies’?”

  “No, I want to become a part of your club, be your playmate… Be your real flesh and blood lover.”

  He pulled her close and tilted her chin, lowering his mouth to hers. Instinctively, Lelia melded her curves against his taut muscles, parting her lips. Their tongues touched, sparks of lust and longing instantly igniting. As their kiss deepened, his nimble fingers danced along her spine. He yanked free the thin barrier of cloth that stood between them.