For my Partner…
There he was.
Joshua 4.0.
Naked, arms outstretched, bald as a coot, and staring at her, eyes blank, waiting for her. For her. Andrea Jane Thompson, graphic artist extraordinaire. Waiting for her to turn him into Mr. Terrific, Mr. Make-Her-Mouth-Water, Mr. Yes-She’ll-Cream-Her-Panties.
Andy grinned. Oh yeah, baby. We’re gonna have fun with this one.
She was sitting in front of her monitor, hands encased in sensor mitts, a small headband resting around her ears, and wires linking her umbilically to her desktop. It was the culmination of several years of hard work, three rejected grant applications, and a final whimpering and begging letter to one of the largest Virtual Reality Graphic corporations in the country.
She’d finally been approved as a client to receive the beta version of the “Model Man” software—the 101X unit—for home testing. And now she’d gotten her very own Joshua 4.0.
She hadn’t mentioned on the application that Joshua had haunted her dreams, of course. That was far too esoteric for the techno-geeks who’d be giving their approval. She’d merely cited her qualifications. Hot dreams about one’s creations wasn’t covered by the questionnaire. Thank God.
And that had been the standard 4.0 version.
But this one was different. This Joshua wasn’t a render that required hours of morphs, textures and poses. This Joshua was hers to command.
Experimentally, she moved a finger. Joshua’s arm responded.
Shit. The frickin’ thing worked.
Once more she moved, a finger on the other hand this time, and selected some hair for him with her cursor. Bald men hadn’t ever really done much for her, Captain Picard notwithstanding. And, of course, Vin Diesel wasn’t bad. But Joshua…well, Joshua was going to get hair, whether he liked it or not.
A full head of long dark curls materialized, resting in a gleaming tumble on his shoulders.
Oooh boy. There’s something about a guy with long hair.
She pulled a strand of hair over one of his shoulders and noticed the small bar at the top of the screen. It was flickering green, indicating that her usage of the 101X was being monitored and recorded by the servers in the home office of VRG Concepts, Inc.
That was fine by her. As a condition of her receiving this system, she’d agreed to allow her level of activity to be monitored. They’d find a hell of a lot of hours logged from her IP address, no doubt about it.
She was to report bugs, work the damn thing to death if she could, and put it through its paces. Not a hardship for someone whose life revolved around graphic arts. Her online artwork and freelance graphics now decorated some of the top websites, and she’d just put together a streaming video and a couple of Flash presentations for a very wealthy client.
It had given her the chance to take some time off for herself and when the approval for the 101X had come through…well, hell. All the ducks were lined up and quacking themselves sick.
She clicked her way through the texture selections, accepting and discarding, until her very own vision of paradise was looking back at her from rich teal blue eyes.
Funny, she’d never been much on blue-eyed guys, but there was something about the way these particular eyes glowed back at her that just grabbed her by the crotch and said “C’mon honey, let’s play.”
Mmm. Now that’s something I’d like to find under my Christmas tree. Just like that. Naked.
She’d pegged the height dials to six foot three, and the shoulders and torso had expanded proportionately. So had everything else.
Fuck, this guy was built.
Andy selected her favorite texture…Joshua-Beach Male. His skin flickered and then turned a nice light tan, and hairs appeared. All over. Whorls decorated his chest in a very pleasing pattern, and…and…oh yeah. There it was. That super-fabulous moment when a girl could watch a guy’s genitals come to life, without having to sit through dinner and a movie first. He’d gone from a flesh-toned wiener to a beautiful Louisville slugger in less than 2.3 seconds of render time.
There was some unique built-in specification with this particular texture. Some little peculiarity that turned Joshua’s cock into a work of art. It grew, lengthening and thickening a little, and his balls filled out against the background of the dark pubic hair. Andy licked her lips.
His thighs were firm, his abs the perfect six-pack, although she could always change them later if she felt like it, and even his damn toes were ideal.
Shit. She was getting wet just looking at him. The thought of what she was going to do to him and with him made her sweat.
The program flickered and slowed down, and Andy rushed to hit the “save as” button.
Note to self. Don’t sweat around the fucking cables.
* * * * *
Three miles away as the crow flew, or about fourteen miles away as the direct T1 cable traveled, Josh Miles sat in front of his flat panel monitor and stared at the numbers flickering across the indicator charts.
He had four 101X units out for beta testing, and his ass was on the line along with all of them. They were his baby, his idea, and had sprung fully-formed from his brain like some mythological creature.
He’d laughed when the art department had pinned up a photo of him from the last beach party and used it as a model for the original “Joshua”. He’d chuckled when he’d tried the first interactive VR component that R&D had added. He’d grinned like a schmuck when he’d gotten approval for the board to begin testing.
Now…now he was simply nervous.
The concept of a fully interactive graphics system was so simple, he wondered why no one had thought of it before.
Of course, a concept is one thing. Anyone can have a concept. You don’t need an education, an advanced degree in micro-processing and engineering, a multi-million dollar research company, or even a dog to have a concept. You could have one sitting on the toilet, doing the crossword puzzle in the back of the TV Guide.
In fact, Josh had. Mr. Whipple would have been flushed with pride.
Some clue, some inane six letter word, had triggered a series of cascading thoughts that had led to Josh’s breakthrough. It ended with two simple words. “Why not?” And from that moment on, he’d been obsessed with the notion that interactivity via Virtual Reality would revolutionize the graphics scene.
In a few weeks, he’d know for sure if it had. But for right now, he had to sit and watch the usage bars log his four clients as they worked the 101X into a frenzy.
One dial flickered. Josh checked his records, pulling up the file that corresponded to unit three.
One Andrea Jane Thompson. Age 28. Graphic artist, experienced with…hmm. She was qualified. He leaned forward and clicked onto a couple of diagnostic programs and ran a remote systems check.
His robot pinged him back with the information that Ms. Thompson’s level of resistance had dropped slightly, making her contact sensors fluctuate.
Josh frowned. What would cause that to happen?
He visualized her, sitting in front of her monitor—wired in to the system, and ran through the possibilities in his mind. Lowered skin resistance.
God damn! Water. Moisture on the skin.
Ms Andrea Jane Thompson was sweating. In March.
He wondered why.
Andy shifted the small portable fan next to her desk and relaxed as the cool air blew over her. She’d shrugged out of her shirt, and now sat in her bra and shorts in front of the keyboard.
Not that she needed the keyboard, of course.
Uh-uh. One twitch and Joshua came to life. No clicking necessary, no mouse-overs, no nothing. Damn, this unit was superb. She could almost think him into doing what she wanted.
She blinked back a vision of Mr. Oh-So-Damned-Goodlooking’s head nestled between her thighs.
Shit. She had to watch out for moisture. And that thought had certainly caused some. The time would come when Joshua got to play, but not quite yet.
She’d posed him casually, and he was now leaning up against an imaginary wall, arms folded, one leg slightly bent, and grinning at her with a real panty-warming smile. She loved that smile.
That smile had figured in a few of her more erotic fantasies lately. The ones that included a session with her “Super Sized Big Boy” toy. The pink one.
Well, hell. So she was horny. Most of the time that’s what made her artwork so damned impressive. She transferred her unfulfilled lusts and desires into her images. She caught that yearning, that do-it-to-me-before-I-die-here feeling, and reflected it onto her figures.
Several clients had come up to her, cleared their throats and politely thanked her, blushing as they explained how their wives had really liked her work. She’d grinned and accepted their thanks. At least someone in this town was getting laid. She sure as hell wasn’t.
Andy could, and probably should, have dated more. But she was tired of the bar scene, where she only drank beer since wine gave her a headache and mixed drinks gave her zits the next day. Beers were good, provided your date didn’t mind you hitting the ladies’ room every twenty minutes or so.
But the faces never changed, the jokes were old, and she’d quickly tired of the few guys who’d shown an interest. She’d brought one home as an experiment. The sex, to put it bluntly, had sucked. And he hadn’t.
Yep. That was one relationship that had promptly developed a 404 Error. File not found.
It seemed guys could use their mouths for talking and drinking, and kissing too, but when it came right down to it, she’d picked the ones that lacked directions for anything below her navel. Sure, it was okay for her to use her tongue, her hands, ice cream, and whatever else was available. She just never got the favor returned.
She’d given up. Her “Super Sized” buddy did a better job, didn’t mess with the sheets or leave the toilet seat up, and she could roll over and go to sleep secure in the knowledge that she wouldn’t get the brush-off from it the next day.
Joshua was always there for her, however. His smile brightened her life, made her breasts ache, and so what if he wasn’t real? He was her creation, and she could endow him with whatever virtues she wanted. And this one, this 4.0 version, was the best yet.
Time to really put this puppy through its paces.
Andy opened the file marked “AJ” and created…herself.
* * * * *
What the fuck was she doing?
Josh’s curiosity was now thoroughly aroused. Unit 3 was functioning perfectly, but it sure was soaking up a huge amount of memory. It couldn’t be all the 101X. He double-checked.
Aha. She was importing something from an older version.
Josh rolled up his sleeves and pulled his chair up to the keyboard. With a few quick commands he activated the ‘view screen’ function. As an integral part of the beta testing process, all beta units were equipped with this remote access feature. That way, his techs could figure out what the client was doing when something went wrong. If something went wrong.
It wasn’t really an invasion of privacy, since the clients had signed on to the entire testing package. The fact that mention of this particular portion had been relegated to Paragraph 27, Subsection 3, (reduced-size font), was no fault of his. They were supposed to have read the whole damn thing…it was a case of caveat emptor, as far as he was concerned.
Without a qualm he pulled up Ms Andrea Jane Thompson’s monitor screen.
And his eyes bugged out of his head.
There was Joshua…himself…looking pretty damn buff, even if he did say so. But he wasn’t alone.
A woman stood next to him, wearing nothing at all. Nothing but her hair. Long, reddish-blonde hair. It fell down for miles and curled around a very lush pair of breasts. Her waist curved in, her hips curved back out, and Josh got dizzy as his eyes traveled the long road down her legs, and back up—to where a naked pussy was blatantly displayed.
He pulled his chin up off his desk, wiped a spot of drool from the return key and frowned. He knew just about every single model on the market for this particular application. She wasn’t any of them.
His fingers flew over the keys as he requested information about “Figure 2”.
Female. Duh. Frickin’ computers were so damn logical at times.
Morph imports. Well, well, well. Wasn’t that interesting? He typed on. File ID…”AJ”.
AJ. Andrea Jane. She’d imported an image of herself.
Holy shit. She looked like that?
A man with a mission, Josh shamelessly rifled through the photo files on “AJ”‘s hard drive. He was beginning to experience something of a hard drive himself. Ah. There. He’d found them. Three photos, full face, side face and full body. The body one was nude.
He swallowed. It looked like she’d taken it herself through her digital camera, since the original was lopsided and she had a remote mouse in her hand. But fuckin’ A! It was her all right, down to the naked pussy. And she was one gorgeous chunk of pixels.
Josh’s mouth began to water again.
The figures in the “Model Man” desktop began to move. First AJ assumed the classic standing pose, one leg slightly bent, knee pointing out. Her arms went up behind her hair. It was wanton, it was sexy, and Josh was getting stiffer by the second.
Then Joshua moved.
He fell to his knees in front of her and with a slight adjustment of his spine, his face disappeared into AJ’s pussy.
Holy mother…board.
Josh watched, stunned, at the incredible job he was doing. Well, not him, his other him. Fuck. He wished it was him. The real him.
To his amazement, AJ’s nipples were hardening. Andrea Jane had done an amazing job on this animation. He blinked for a moment and ignored his cock, which was now up to full speed and ready to party. Down boy. It’s all virtual. Shit.
Josh’s brain whirred while his cock ached. He double-checked the parameters Andrea Jane had entered for AJ. God-double-damn. She was good. They were as close as could be to the ones VRG had programmed into Joshua.
A very wicked idea crept lightly into Josh’s mind and whacked him up beside the cerebral cortex.
So Ms. Andrea Jane liked to play sex games with her images, did she?
He reached for his virtual reality equipment.
Perhaps it was time to level the playing field and let the opposing team into the game.
Andy squirmed a little on her chair as she manipulated the figures on her screen. She was looking for that one perfect moment, that image that would capture the essence of man giving oral sex to woman.
She’d run through this procedure before, getting aroused by what she was creating, and loving the experience. It was voyeuristic in a way, but she bypassed any guilt, since she knew she was in control.
These weren’t real people, after all.
But with this new setup, her level of involvement had increased and now there was much less separation between her and the couple on the screen.
AJ’s head fell backwards and her hands moved down to Joshua’s head. Just as Andy had animated them.
Joshua’s head moved rhythmically, in the pattern she’d established with the old Joshua’s figure. But this one had muscles across his shoulders that flexed as he moved, and Andy couldn’t stop the flood of moisture from soaking her panties as she watched how realistically he was working AJ’s pussy.
She shifted position to try and unstick her underwear from various personal places. Her knee caught her can of diet soda, and she quickly struggled to stop it from slopping all over her connections.
Fuck.
A small puddle doused some of the wiring and there was a little fizzle and a pop and a mild tingle ran over her body. She ripped one glove off and mopped up the spill, cursing in an assortment of languages. Some of which she actually understood.
Settling back in her chair again she glanced at the screen. Joshua and AJ were frozen—AJ in a moment of pleasure, and Joshua with his head pulled back a little from AJ’s crotch. Goddamn, the pussy lips were gleaming. How the hell had the programmers done that?
Impressed, Andy slipped back into her glove and tried to move Joshua back to his previous occupation.
He didn’t budge an inch.
“Come on, Joshua. You know you like giving her head. C’mon, boy, let’s get that tongue going…” Andy muttered quietly to the screen as she tried a few combinations of commands. The monitor flickered, and she held her breath. She exhaled on a deep sigh when it returned to normal.
Moving her fingers she tried to straighten Joshua’s head.
She gasped. AJ had moved. What the fuck?
Christ. She’d switched the links somehow, and now she was moving AJ. Every twitch of her fingers resulted in a twitch from the woman on the screen.
No hours of plotting paths, no fidgeting with musculature, just a smooth glide.
She bit her lip and thought hard. Hmm. Hoookay. Let’s try this.
Andy let AJ’s fingers slide through Joshua’s hair as he remained frozen between her thighs.
Holy shit.
The unmistakable sensation of hair transmitted itself through her sensory input devices to the skin of her fingers.
She jumped clean off her chair, un-sticking her underwear quite satisfactorily at the same time.
She was feeling what AJ was feeling. This was fucking incredible.
Her mind whirled. Hell, this was almost too good to be true. She could experience the best oral sex of her life. And no one would be any the wiser, since it was all virtual.
She settled into her chair again, and widened AJ’s stance, shifting the image a little closer to Joshua.
Fuck.
The asshole didn’t move. Like the rest of her dates, Joshua was apparently uninterested in doing anything more. Crap on a cracker. It figures. I can’t even get sucked by a computer program.
* * * * *
Josh Miles was cursing his hard-on, and struggling into the virtual reality hookups. He probably should have added one for his cock, since it was pulsing inside his jeans and could probably have powered a router, a couple of servers and several ISP addresses from its heat alone.
He’d watched the power spike, the fluctuations and the odd transitions that were happening inside Andrea Jane’s computer as he’d made the connections and snapped the links into place.
He knew what had happened.
He didn’t know why yet, nor did he care particularly. That was what the techs were for. Let them earn their pay by figuring it out. Josh just wanted to play.
With Andrea Jane.
He bypassed the firewalls, created the connections, and felt a little zing as the final link dropped into place. He was in.
And he was in AJ’s pussy.
He blinked. He could damn near taste it. Carefully he moved Joshua’s head closer and slid the hands up the back of AJ’s thighs to her buttocks.
Holy shit.
He could feel the smooth curves of her flesh. Since when had his VR system included a touchy-feely mode?
His palms itched for more, and he squeezed his fingers together, absorbing the sensation of firm, warm skin flexing in his grip. AJ’s expression changed slightly, the eyes widening and her breasts rising on a breath.
Christ on a crutch…this was amazing.
The level of interactivity was astounding on a technical level, but Josh wasn’t thinking on a technical level. He was thinking on a very fundamental level. He wanted that pussy. Bad.
He moved his hands again, letting them slip to the backs of her knees and gently smooth the sensitive skin where the joints flexed.
AJ’s eyes closed and her lips parted.
Torn between his two heads, Josh began to lose himself in the action on the screen. His cock was about to explode through his fly like the alien creature through that guy’s chest in a Sigourney Weaver film, and his mind tried to get itself around the fact that he was now connected to a woman sitting miles away.
Unable to stand the pain, Josh quickly slipped a hand to his pants and freed his cock.
Sure enough, on the screen Joshua 4.0’s hand fell to his crotch, and the virtual image stroked himself. Blinking with relief, Josh noted AJ’s downward glance and the tongue that flickered out between her lips.
Goddamn. He should have locked his office door. If anyone came in and saw him like this, they’d figure him for some kind of pervert.
He grinned. Well, if the shoe, or in this case the VR unit, fits…
* * * * *
Andy was panting.
She couldn’t stop herself. Her quick glance downwards had translated itself onto the screen, and she just knew what her virtual self was seeing. One really fine piece of flesh, lengthening just for her.
She wiggled AJ’s hips, just to give Joshua the general idea.
C’mooon, baby, put that mouth of yours on me.
Joshua was running his hands up and down the backs of AJ’s thighs. And damn if she couldn’t feel the same thing.
Ghostly sensations were tracing fire up and down Andy’s own legs, and liquid was seeping from her pussy at the touch. She was getting one major case of the screaming sweats from this program.
God, I’m a pervert.
Her clit was aching now, on fire and throbbing. She spread her legs on her chair to ease the tension, and sure enough AJ also moved, spreading her virtual legs and adding a little thrust of her hips. Shit, she IS me. Andy realized she’d just done the exact same thing.
On the verge of disconnecting the whole shebang and diving for her Super Sized pink buddy, Andy licked her lips against the flood of arousal that was driving her slowly insane.
She had no idea why Joshua was moving, or why she was now activating AJ, but she couldn’t have cared less. All she was aware of was the burning need between her thighs and the screaming desire to ease her tensions and just come, dammit, right there on her ergonomically designed computer chair.
Slowly, the image of Joshua stood up.
Oh noooo.
Andy slumped, shattered by the loss of his touch. Fucking swell. Now he’d probably turn, walk off the screen and go nail some virtual bimbo. He’d show up on www.bigcocksrus.com, coming all over the face of some plastic morph who wouldn’t appreciate it. With an audio feed too.
But Joshua didn’t turn and leave. To Andy’s amazement, he closed the gap between the images and pressed himself against AJ’s body.
She frowned. Usually the images merged. Now they didn’t. They were definitely touching, since AJ’s breasts were flattening slightly.
So were her own.
She felt the pressure against her nipples and gasped, pleasure sweeping over her and bringing her arousal up to the red line all over again.
Her eyes were glued to the screen as Joshua’s hand lifted to AJ’s face.
Andy’s cheek throbbed.
Someone…something…was touching her. Or at least sending impulses to her brain telling it that something was touching her. Because of course nothing was actually touching her. She blinked.
Joshua’s hand continued its caresses as his other one slid down over AJ’s hip and disappeared between the two bodies.
Oh fuck me. Andy knew precisely where Joshua’s hand was. She could feel the goddamned thing.
It was cupping her mound.
Andy couldn’t help it. She moaned aloud.
Her twin image opened her mouth, mimicking Andy’s expression. She probably would have moaned too if she’d been equipped with an audio track.
It felt so frickin’ good.
It felt even better when a twitch in Joshua’s upper arm muscle indicated that he was moving his hand. Covered by their bodies, Andy couldn’t see what he was doing. She could only feel it. Feel the slight increase in pressure as the hand thrust against her. Feel a thumb search for the right spot…oh…oh…there!
She jerked, and so did AJ.
Ay ay ay…the thumb was pressing, rotating, sliding over the most intimate of spots, and Andy’s body was starting to squirm.
So was AJ’s.
Hell, this had to be some kind of electro-magnetically induced hallucination.
Dragging her mind off her aching clit for a second, she reached down. If she was feeling this good, maybe it was time for AJ to see what she could do to Joshua.
Her hands groped the air, and for a split second, she felt nothing. But then…there it was.
A very distinct sensation of holding a length in her palms. A throbbing length, smooth and hard, and…and…Andy let her fingers learn its shape…ridges and veins and whole bunches of fun stuff all in the right places.
Now this was what Andy would call a very nice cock.
She squeezed.
Josh let out a strangled squawk as invisible fingers tightened around his cock. Thank God it was getting late and the building was emptying of employees. He couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if anyone peeked in and saw him with his cock out, squirming in the grasp of a bunch of cables and fondling thin air.
They’d have him in a padded room before he could say “download”. And he could probably kiss off his 401K plan too.
The virtual sensation on his cock moved and all thoughts of discovery fled. The images on the screen were squirming now, much like Josh was, and he noted AJ’s head tipping backwards as he moved his thumb a certain way.
He did it again.
Damn. He was losing his focus as the virtual hands moved slowly up and down his cock, learning its surface and tracing the long vein that ran from his balls to the head. He hadn’t been this hard or this excited since…well, since he couldn’t remember when.
He flashed back to his last date with difficulty—it had been quite a while ago. Nope. Nothing like this.
The figures on the screen moved in a carefully choreographed dance, their bodies hiding their hands. All Josh could see was AJ’s expression, and Joshua’s spine. But he could feel…ahhh, could he feel.
The hands released him, and he almost sobbed as his own movements found no soft folds of pussy.
What was she doing?
He stared as the image of AJ lowered herself to her knees and tugged on the arms of the image in front of her.
Oh baby. What now? What do you want?
Josh slid from his chair onto the floor watching as Joshua followed suit.
The images knelt, face-to-face, breast-to-breast, and AJ’s head leaned against Joshua’s as she reached between them.
With no real flesh to bar his way, Josh reached down as well. He moved one arm and saw his virtual self clasp AJ’s buttock, pulling it close. With the other, he sought heaven.
There was nothing in his arms—it was all in his mind. All in some mysterious secret file that the VR unit had accessed from deep in the most miraculous of super-computers—the human brain.
And his was telling him he was getting the hand-job of his life.
He blew air through his lips as the sensation of fingers pulling on the hot skin of his cock made him crazy.
His hand pushed—there, fingers working fast now, seeking, thrusting, finding a place that made the image of AJ open her mouth wide in a silent cry of pleasure.
He noticed her eyes were closed.
Were Andrea Jane’s closed too? Was she experiencing this…this incredible virtual sex? She had to be. He watched her face as a new rich pink texture overlaid the color of her cheeks, and her throat moved slightly.
His fingers forced themselves upwards against something soft and welcoming, the merest brush of what felt to him like flesh. There was no heat, no moisture, it wasn’t like feeling a woman.
It was…it was different, but watching his actions cause reactions on the figure of AJ was the biggest erotic turn-on he could ever have imagined. Well, hell. He never could have imagined this!
AJ’s hands were starting to move faster, much faster than the animation parameters should have allowed, and Josh knew if she kept it up, then both he and his image were going to come.
He bit the inside of his cheek, letting the small pain hold his climax back, working his own hand frantically and hanging on to a virtual buttock with the other.
His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as AJ began shuddering in Joshua’s virtual arms. Holy hell—she was coming.
Josh could swear he felt the twitches of her cunt around his fingers and he pressed even deeper, his fingers bunched now as he forced two of them inside her body. The silence was unnerving—he wanted to hear the scream he knew was erupting from her gut.
The pressure on his cock had almost fallen away as his ghostly partner sought her own orgasm. It didn’t matter though. Watching her come like this, even though she was nothing but an assemblage of pixels, was the most erotic thing he could ever remember.
Unreal fingers dug into his shoulders and he gasped as AJ’s head fell backwards and her mouth opened on a silent cry of ecstasy. She fell apart on the screen.
Literally.
Pixels exploded everywhere, scattering like dust over the control screen and making every damn light on his units flash like a Christmas tree on crack.
Within microseconds, AJ disintegrated.
Noooo…
* * * * *
Andy disintegrated. She fell, shuddering, onto her insulated mat as her cry of pleasure echoed around her room. This was so much better, so much more incredibly real than the fantasies she’d woven around Joshua’s virtual body.
The orgasm racked her from head to toe, rolling her eyes back in her head and sending a flood of moisture into her shorts and over her thighs. Cables crackled, lights flickered, and Andy rode out the earthquake inside her body, wondering if she could ever survive the experience.
It became apparent after a few minutes of gasping on the floor like a hooked fish, that her life was, in fact, destined to continue.
Although given the state of her shorts, it would be an uncomfortable one.
Groaning, she eased up off her knees, peeled her shins off the plastic mat, and winced as the wetness between her thighs met cool air. Shit, she was a wreck. But a really happy one. Which was more than could be said for AJ. With horror, Andy surveyed the wreckage on her monitor. AJ was gone. Poofed out into cyber-infinity.
Note to self: orgasms are not good for pixilated images.
But hot damn, they were good for her. She grinned as she unsnapped the VR equipment and took a long deep breath. She hadn’t felt this great in years. She wanted a drink, a nap, a shower and a large pizza. Not necessarily in that order.
She glanced at Joshua affectionately.
Oh hell.
The poor guy! He was frozen in an attitude of extreme arousal. And extreme was an understatement. His cock, visible now that AJ had met her cyber-doom, was one long length of flesh, hard as a rock, the head swollen and deep red, and there was even a little drip oozing from the tip.
His eyes were wide, his mouth open, and his expression one of agony.
She tried to hit the “save as” command…this was one hellaciously fine image of a man in the throes of his own orgasm. Or, correct that, almost-orgasm. Trembling on the brink of coming, his muscles were knotted and bunched, his lungs obviously heaving, and his arms holding an imaginary woman to his body.
If she zoomed in, there would probably be sweat on his face too. Curious, she reached for her mouse.
Fucking goddamn. “Program Not Responding—End Now?”
Shit, shit and double shit. Frantically, Andy clicked around, hit every combination of keys she could think of and waited, hoping against hope that whatever had happened would un-happen, and she could at least save this shot.
Nope. The cyber-demons were against her. Or at least against Joshua 4.0.
Andy had created a man hung like a god.
And he had hung the system.
* * * * *
Josh stared death in the face.
On his knees, wired to a gazillion dollars worth of state-of-the-art technology, and here he was, about to die from a fucking hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He spared a sympathetic thought for the janitor who would find his body in the morning.
Did cocks shrink after death? He hoped they did, since his mother would probably have to identify the body, and the sight of him fully clothed with a massive boner sticking out of his pants would probably unnerve her.
Or maybe not. She’d always had the weirdest sense of humor.
Pain swamped his tangled thoughts as the flooding arousal refused to go away. There was no help for it. He grimaced and reached for a box of Kleenex. He was gonna have to do what a man had to do.
Ripping off the sensors, Josh took matters into his own hands.
Closing his eyes, he let the vision of AJ/Andrea Jane fill his thoughts. It was so easy. He could see her still, the cords in her neck taut as he finger-fucked her into her own personal heaven.
God, if she was like that in real life…
He needed only one stroke. With a hoarse cry, he came. Flooding the tissues in his hand and spilling out onto the floor, great jets of come spurting from somewhere in the vicinity of his back teeth. He sobbed with joy, rolling through spasms of heat, and shivering violently as his cock finally eased.
His balls ached with the ferocity of it, his heart rate pounded out a rhythm that would have sent a drummer out for Valium, and he struggled for breath as the final throb signaled that he was spent.
Finished. Done. His pop-up thermometer had popped up and exploded.
He sagged weakly against his desk and swallowed roughly.
Dear Jesus God in heaven.
Josh let consciousness seep slowly back into his crumpled brain cells. He had a cramp in his left thigh, his foot had gone to sleep, and he was drooling.
Fucking A, what a mess.
The computer system hummed on, of course, oblivious to the scene of sexual decadence inches in front of its sensors.
Oh God. If anyone came in… Josh pulled himself together. So what if the waste paper bin was overflowing with wadded tissues? And that spot on the carpet would probably dry out overnight and match the rest of the coffee/soda/beer stains that spattered the damn thing.
Awkwardly Josh struggled to his feet and tugged the zip up on his fly. The VR sensors were in disarray and he carefully straightened them out, then glanced over at the monitor.
It was blank.
No Joshua, lying in spent ecstasy. No AJ. Nothing.
Fuck.
Suppressing a snarl, Josh grabbed his chair and resumed his seat, ready to reactivate Unit three and Ms Andrea Jane.
A few clicks brought up the monitoring program. And those few clicks were followed by a knock on the door.
“Josh? Are you in there?”
He closed his eyes and prayed for death. Within moments of the best orgasm he could remember, his worst nightmare was outside his door.
He thanked God for small mercies. Errol “The Squirrel” Prince could have knocked five minutes ago.
“Yeah.” He kept his voice harsh, not difficult since his throat felt like it had gotten shot out of his cock and sucked back in again.
“Oh good.” The door opened and a short man tiptoed in. “I need a few words.”
No you don’t. You have too many as it is.
“Ah. I see you’re running the monitoring software. Not that it will do much good of course, but we must keep our techs happy, mustn’t we?”
The Squirrel had earned his nickname. He had tufts of hair that stuck up at odd angles, small beady eyes, and what looked like half a pound of birdseed in each jowl. His voice was high, his brow low, and his sense of self-importance was off the scale. Josh didn’t even want to think about his nuts. There’d been enough jokes along those lines already. Not in the Squirrel’s presence, of course, since he was the CEO.
“What did you want, Sq…Errol?”
Errol Prince puffed out his chest and twitched his nose.
Lemme guess. You buried something someplace and can’t find it.
“I really just wanted to stop by and see how the experiment was going, since this is our first night up and running. I probably don’t need to tell you that I was not one hundred percent behind this…um…unlikely notion of yours…”
Ha. Try “I sabotaged it every chance I could get.” “No, Errol, you don’t need to tell me that.”
Errol leaned forward over Josh’s shoulder. Josh curled his lip. The man smelled like roses. That was wrong. On so many levels.
“Oh, well look at that. You are getting actual feedback readings, aren’t you? My, my…”
You have NO idea. Josh swallowed. “Yes we are. Units one and two are functioning perfectly, Unit three is now offline, probably done for the night…” Damn, if she’s feeling what I’m feeling right now, she’s waaay overdone. “And Unit four has just logged in.”
Errol shook his head slowly. “Well, I must confess to being slightly surprised. And pleased—of course. But we must give it some more time. No sense in rushing into production until we’ve had several months of beta results. After all, there’s no knowing what might crop up with our users.”
Or our staff. Things had ‘cropped up’ quite nicely, to say the least.
“Have you tried the VR connections yet?” He fingered the cables.
Josh leaned over and firmly removed them from Errol’s pudgy little hands. “Not yet.” His conscience snorted at him. He paid no attention to the little shit. “I thought it would be best to wait until the initial readings leveled off before attempting the VR interface.”
Errol nodded sagely. “Most wise, Josh. Most wise. Of course, I have still to be convinced that this system is workable. In my opinion, the old ways are the best ways. To permit that artistic spirit free rein, you know…let the graphics paint the picture that’s in one’s mind…”
Errol launched into his spiel and Josh tuned him out. He’d heard it all before. “Creating art with digital brushes…” and “allowing the spirit free rein to invent the vision” yada, yada, yada.
Basically, it translated into “I want my name on this graphic arts software, not yours.” With an additional helping of, “And some of your stuff might be better than mine, which is a threat to my miniscule rodent dick.”
Josh hit a few buttons and reduced the screen to a glow. “Well, Errol, I won’t keep you. I’m sure you’re busy this evening, I’m pretty much done here for the night…” and wasn’t THAT the truth, “…So we’ll see what the readings look like in the morning.”
“Oh…er…” Errol floundered, having been cut-off mid speech. “Yes. Well. All right then. I shall expect a report, let’s say about four o’clock tomorrow.”
He frowned at the screen again and turned away. “Have a pleasant evening, Josh.”
Josh nodded.
Errol turned back, and wrinkled his furry eyebrows. “Um, Josh, I hate to mention this, but your…er…” He waved his hand towards Josh’s body. “You really should take more care with your personal appearance, you know. We do have a professional reputation to maintain.”
Josh glanced down. A piece of his shirt was caught in his fly, and was waving proudly like a flag in the breeze.
He sighed. When he thought of what else might have been caught in that zipper, a small piece of cotton was the least of his worries.
As the door closed behind the Squirrel, Josh reached for his files. He had plans for this evening. Plans that included a certain woman. One who was now offline, probably still shaking, and maybe staring in awe at Unit three. And him. Fuck the ethics of this situation.
It was time for Ms. Andrea Jane Thompson to meet the real Joshua 4.0.
Andy wrapped a towel around her head and slipped on her robe as she left her steamy bathroom. The shower had invigorated her, she was as hungry as a bear, and now would be a damn good time to order that pizza.
The phone rang as she reached for it, making her jump. “Hello?”
“Hi, Ms. Thompson? This is the VRG Concepts’ technical office.”
Shit. She’d broken something. She just knew it. Well, screw ‘em. The agreement she’d signed had said absolutely nothing about virtual orgasms. “Yes?”
“We’ve been monitoring your usage, and noticed a couple of external power spikes in your signal.”
No shit. Although she’d describe them as internal rather than external. “Really?”
The voice on the other end of the line cleared its throat. It was rather a nice voice. “Yes. We were wondering if it would be possible to send over a technician, just to double-check the connections and the wiring? All in the interests of your safety, of course…”
Andy paused, thinking. If she ordered the pizza now, it would be here in ten minutes or so. That gave her time to wolf it down, throw on some jeans, and play Miss Innocent, I-Haven’t-A-Clue-What-You’re-Talking-About, to whichever dweeb showed up to fix the damn thing.
“Well, I suppose that’s okay. Were you planning on having someone come over this evening?”
“Oh yeah,” growled the voice.
Andy stared at the phone.
The sound of a cough came through the earpiece. “Sorry…soda went down the wrong way. Um…yes, if it’s convenient. Mr. Miles, one of the primary architects, would like to stop by and check you out. Um…” The voice sounded a little strangled.
God save her from geeks.
“Check out your equipment.” There was a pause followed by another choked cough.
Andy was starting to get a serious fit of the giggles. She envisioned some poor little hunch-shouldered guy, glasses like soda bottles, fiddling with his pocket protector and blushing bright red as he tangled himself up in his double entendres.
“I mean…er…”
Andy laughed. “No problem. I’m in for the evening. In about half an hour or so, maybe?”
“That would be great, Ms. Thompson. I’ll see you then.”
The dial tone hummed, and Andy narrowed her eyes. “I’ll see you then?” Mr. Geek had slipped. He was coming over himself. To check her equipment out.
She snickered. Right. Like she needed checking out by a Bill-Gates-wannabe. After her experience with the 101X, the only person she needed to be checked out by was her gynecologist to make sure her orgasm hadn’t driven her kidneys up into her tonsils.
She hit the speed-dial for her favorite pizza joint, and threw in an order for a couple of bottles of high-caf soda while she was at it. That was what geeks lived on, wasn’t it? The least she could do was offer this poor guy a drink. And God forbid it should be alcoholic. Probably muddle his synapses or something.
She toweled off her hair and tugged her robe tight. It was good that she wasn’t going anywhere, since the last thing she wanted to do right now was dress. The robe slipped over her skin like a kiss, and she sighed at the sensation.
Yeah, she had really needed that moment of bliss. Come to think of it, she could use a couple more. Perhaps Joshua 4.0 might be in the mood for some action after dinner. And she didn’t even have to feed him. More pizza for her.
Another advantage to a virtual man.
The doorbell rang. Aha. Pizza time. Her mouth began to water.
She reached for her purse and moved to the door, taking a quick peek through her spyhole at the large box the man outside was holding. Damn, she could almost smell the pepperoni.
She opened the door with a flourish and a grin.
And froze.
Holding the pizza box and smiling at her was…Joshua 4.0!
* * * * *
Hooookay. The deer-in-the-headlights thing was throwing him for a loop. She was staring at him with a really strange expression in her eyes. Her incredible blue eyes. He hadn’t realized how lovely her eyes were. He’d been too busy staring at other things…like those breasts whose nipples were pebbling right this second under that wispy piece of silk she almost wore.
Fuck! She was incredible. She had a little beauty mark at the base of her throat. Josh wanted to nibble on it. It moved as she swallowed.
Josh felt his heart lurch into overdrive. She was all he’d seen, all he’d craved, and then some. It was like he’d walked into someone else’s dream and found it was his own. And it was real.
“You work for Papa Marco’s?”
What the fuck was she talking about? His hands burned as he fought the urge to reach out for those breasts and cradle them. Then he realized it wasn’t the urges that were burning him—it was the frickin’ pizza.
He looked down. “Papa Marco’s Primo Pizzeria”. Duh.
“Um, no. I met the delivery boy on the way in. I’m sorry…” No I’m not. “I didn’t realize how close you lived to VRG. I’m Josh Miles, by the way. Your technical representative.”
He juggled the pizza and held out one hand.
She put twenty dollars into it, never moving her eyes from his.
“Ms Thompson? You are Ms. Andrea Jane Thompson?”
“Pepperoni. Yes. Call me Andy.”
“Pardon?”
Andrea Jane’s throat moved again and she blinked. “Good God. You’re Joshua. I can’t believe it.”
Josh was starting to have the same feeling. He was standing in her doorway, doing some serious mental lusting, with a pizza in one hand and a twenty in the other. And she was staring at him like he was a cross between Santa Claus and the Devil himself. So what to do next?
He did the only thing he could. He handed her the pizza and pocketed the twenty.
“Hey.”
He snickered to himself. That worked. “May I come in?”
“Of course.” She pulled herself together as he watched, and tugged her robe across her body. Sheeeeit.
With a smile, he handed her back her money and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “This pizza sure smells good. Um…were you expecting company? I can leave if…” He let his words taper off, hoping she’d take the hint.
She did. “No…no…just me. And…and the 101X of course.” She managed a small laugh, and led him into her small kitchenette. “If you’d care to share? After you’ve checked me out, of course.”
Her words fell into the room like bricks and she blushed bright red. “I mean after you’ve checked out the 101X unit, that is.”
Josh grinned. “I had that same problem. Tangled tongue.”
His cock ached. Damn, he’d like to do some tongue-tangling right about now. With her. She was everything AJ had been and more. Living, breathing, hot, smelling-fresh-and-tasty-more. Or maybe it was the pizza. He couldn’t tell.
But he sure would like to find out. “How about we have some pizza, you tell me how you like the unit so far, and then I’ll run a few diagnostic tests…” and get you out of that robe.
“Oh sure. That’ll be fine.” She paused and looked around. “Did the delivery boy give you any sodas?”
Josh, who had nearly mugged the kid in his eagerness to play pizza-man, blinked. “I didn’t see any.” Well, that was the truth.
“Shoot. Stiffed again. Oh well. I don’t suppose you drink beer, do you?”
Josh fell in love. For a man who had earned the nickname “Suds” in college, his response, however, was remarkably mild. “I have been known to indulge on occasion. A beer would be great right about now. It’s been a long day.”
“Oh, yeah, the units and stuff. How’s it going?”
* * * * *
Like she cared.
She had to sit and watch him, Josh, her Joshua, eat pizza. Watch the little strings of cheese get hung up on his lips and not rush over and help him remove them. With her tongue.
He was shorter than she’d expected and his hair wasn’t long enough. But the rest of him? Hooo mama. He was everything she’d dreamed of, created on her screen—and then some. Right down to those heavenly, to-die-for eyes.
Inside, Andy trembled. This man, or the virtual image of this man, had seen her naked. She tried to gauge his mood from his expression. She hoped that it was some kind of sexual heat she noticed now and again behind his gaze, but she was so frickin’ rattled by him showing up like this, it was hard to be objective. Just because she was suffering a major case of the I-gotta-have-you’s, didn’t mean he was, too.
There was something there, though. Some sort of…of…connection had been established in the second their eyes met over that pizza box. After all, she could have met him while waiting in line, right? They could have shared their food in the busy environment of a pizza restaurant, and one thing would have led to another and…
He was friendly, personable, and his virtual doppelganger had given her the orgasm of a lifetime not long before.
Doo-dee-doo-doo, doo-dee-doo-doo. She was in the Twilight Zone.
Her pussy started to moisten and she amended her previous thought. That would be the cable-TV X-rated version of the Twilight Zone.
He smiled at something she’d said—she had no clue what—and her heart turned over. Along with a sizeable portion of her spleen, her womb and several muscles around her clit. Fuck…she wanted him. Now. Right here. Push-the-damn-pizza-on-the-floor-and-get-naked type want.
It was as if they’d skipped all the preliminary stuff that went along with the first date. The “God, is he gonna kiss me?” bits, the “He probably prefers slim blondes” bits and the always-killer “He’s not going to respect me if I let him come home with me and jump his bones too soon” bits. She’d bypassed the first weeks of a relationship with this man in one cosmic moment of bliss with his alter ego.
But did he know?
They chatted, laughed, shared a beer, and acted like normal people, when all she wanted to do was remove his clothes with her teeth and lick him from head to foot. Paying special attention to certain bits that were presently concealed by his jeans.
If the rest of him looked as good as the outside…damn.
She jerked her thoughts off of his crotch and realized he’d asked her a question. “I’m so sorry, my mind was miles away.” Right beneath your fly, actually. “What did you say?”
“I asked if I might see your 101X unit?”
Andy sighed. It was too much to hope that he might have said, “I’d like to see your body.” Or perhaps, “Strip me naked and fuck the daylights out of me, baby.”
Hell. She’d have to settle for long distance lust. “Oh of course. It’s through here.”
She led Josh to her office-cum-living room, and showed him the clutter of cables, connectors and her desktop. She wondered if the pheromones she was probably shedding right about now were going to drown him.
He dropped to one knee and she admired the tight fit of his jeans around his ass. His really nice, firm, munchable ass. Her fingers twitched and her nipples beaded up. Shhh, girls.
“So how do you like it so far?” His voice came from beneath her desk.
“Oh I like it a lot,” she growled.
So? It was the truth. She liked the view from her vantage point very much. His muscles moved as he slid back out, and she sighed. Some things should be bottled and sold to single women. The look of his ass in those jeans was one of them. Come to think of it, she knew a few married ones who’d probably grab a bottle or two as well.
“I wonder if I might ask a favor?”
Oooh…sure. Slide over here and unzip those jeans.
“Um, sure. What?”
“Could you slip the virtual system on for a moment so that I can run my checkup software?”
“Okay.” So he didn’t want that sort of favor. God, they’d just met. What was she thinking? That he might be getting a major input of “Lust Uncensored” from some vibes she was probably throwing out? She slapped her inner slut upside the head and sat in her chair, taking the cables and VR sensors from him and fitting them to her hands.
He moved behind her and delicately brushed her hair away from her ears as he slipped the headband into place.
She bit back a moan of pleasure as his hands caressed her cheek.
“How’s that?” His voice was low and a little hoarse.
“Gooood.” She breathed rapidly, fighting down the urge to tear off the equipment and do a variety of things to him, three of which were probably illegal in some states.
His hands dropped lightly onto her shoulders for a fleeting moment, burning her skin through the thin robe.
“Now call up your program…” His head was next to hers, his breath a whisper against her ear. Who knew ears were such a sexual turn on? Christ, she was getting wet.
She pressed her thighs together and did as she was told without thinking. She gasped when she realized what she’d done.
Before her on the screen, in all his glory, was Joshua.
Behind her, in all his glory, was Josh.
Oh fuck.
* * * * *
Josh fought to control his urges, but seeing himself, bald and naked on the screen, tipped him over the edge. He knelt down behind Andy and nuzzled her neck. She shivered.
“You know, I thought it was a joke when the techs used my photo for that model.” He kept his voice low and casual, although it damn near gave him a hernia to do it.
“You…you did?”
“Uh huh. But now…now I’m rather glad.”
“You are?”
He chuckled silently. Oh yeah, Andy, your systems are up and running very nicely. “I am. Do you know why?”
She gulped and shook her head, still staring at the body on the screen.
He leaned even closer. “Because…” He drew a breath as he glanced down. Her robe had loosened and the curves of her breasts were glowing at him, drawing his hands, his tongue and probably his wallet out of his back pocket.
He refocused with an effort. “Because, Andy, you get to see me naked.”
She jumped a little.
“And you know what else I like about this system?”
“No?” It was a squeak.
He grinned. “It’s interactive.”
She swallowed. “I know.”
“But do you know how interactive?” He raised one hand and stroked her softness, finding a spot between her neck and her shoulder that made her shudder.
“No?” The squeak came again.
“Well…” He drawled the word out, dragging his fingers in concert. “It’s so interactive that if you were to load another figure, like perhaps one you’d created yourself…let’s call it ‘AJ’…”
Her gasp thrust her breasts forward, and Josh held his breath.
In one swift move she ripped the sensors off and swiveled her chair around in a sharp twist. She nearly knocked him over, but he regained his balance and found himself where he’d wanted to be since he first set eyes on her image.
Right between her thighs.
“It was you!” Her yell was piercing and he winced. “Somehow you interconnected with my program. You were controlling Joshua. It was you who…who…” made me come like that.
Her eyes widened and her voice dropped into a whisper. “Oh God. It was you…”
He slid his hands onto her thighs and leaned close.
“Yeah. It was me.”
And he kissed her.
The second his lips touched hers, Andy lost control. She forgot where she was, who she was and what she was doing.
All she could focus on was Josh. His mouth. His tongue. His heat as he pulled her from the chair and tumbled them both onto the floor. His hands were everywhere at once and she could think of at least a dozen more places she wanted them.
Without a thought she ripped his shirt open and ran her hands up and down his chest.
“You were on the other end of that…that…whatever it was,” she muttered.
Josh tore his mouth away from her breast to answer her. “Damn, Andy, it’s never been like that before. I thought I was going to die.”
“Me too. I never…it hasn’t…oh…yeah…right there…”
Josh’s lips were nibbling beneath her nipple and his tongue was doing wild and crazy things to the aching bud. He sucked her deep into his mouth and she groaned.
Josh groaned too. She felt the bulge in his jeans as he pressed into her, and any thought of caution disappeared. She wanted that wonderful Louisville slugger up at bat. Right this minute.
She reached for his jeans and unsnapped them with unerring dexterity. Maybe years of video game playing were finally going to pay dividends. She slid the zipper down carefully, gasping a little as he fell free into her hands. Good God, no briefs.
“I…I don’t wear…” His voice was hoarse as Andy caressed him. Warm skin slid over hard muscle, rippled and ridged and tipped with a head that she couldn’t have improved on if she’d used every single morph available on the ‘net.
“Yeah. That’s good. I like this…”
She grasped his jeans and pulled them down as he toed off his shoes. They fought with their clothes, ripping fabric from flesh until they were both naked. And touching.
“Oh man…” Josh rubbed his body over hers.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “So much better. Sooooo much better.”
Their lips met, clashing, tongues looping and tangling within each other’s mouths. Hungry for him, Andy’s hands groped and clutched him, running from hip to shoulder and back down again with extreme pleasure.
He groaned as she dug her fingers into his buttocks, and he rolled them over, setting her astride him. “I need to be inside you.”
She watched through a fog of heat as he scrabbled with protection and sheathed himself.
“I need you too.” She placed her hands on his chest, over his nipples and moved her palms, feeling the small buds harden beneath her touch. She raised her eyes and stared into his.
Heat stared back at her. Heat, and desire, and something else. A sensual need was glowing from the teal blue depths, and a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sex.
She wanted him inside her, but it wasn’t just her cunt that needed his cock. It was her heart that needed his touch. He was her Josh, her Joshua come to life. The man she’d created fantasies around, dreamed of during her solo sessions with her vibrator, and fallen asleep thinking about.
She eased herself up and found his cock, positioning it within the swollen folds that were now slick with her own juices. Slowly, oh so slowly, she sank down.
And found heaven.
Josh was already there. His angel image was real. Hot, wet, and slipping down over his cock like they’d been designed from the same specifications. They fit. No squirming, no effort to find the right position, just a slide of pleasure that damn near blew his ears off.
Her eyes closed as she began to move on him. He watched, spellbound, as her breasts rose and fell and her lips parted. She tossed her head back in that little move he’d seen the image of AJ make on the “Model Man” control panel, and it drove him crazy.
His hips thrust up, deeper into her, all the way to her heart. He wanted her with every single fiber in him, and then some. He wanted her to come, he wanted to come with her and he wanted to do it again. And again. And never stop.
Ms. Andrea Jane Thompson was his perfect woman. There wasn’t a teeny doubt in his mind. She was smart, attractive, sexy as all hell, and everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. In that moment, Josh admitted the truth to himself. In a matter of microseconds, he’d gone and lost his heart to an image on his monitor, and the reality was even better. This, in his mother’s words, was the one. His match—his mate. The one who could stop his heart, rev up the speed of his microprocessor into the red zone, and overload his hard drive.
And she was coming on top of him. Little whimpers escaped from her lips and her muscles were tightening around him. He slid one hand to her belly and traced a line with his fingers down to her pussy. He spread the lips apart and searched for that spot…she cried out…yeah, that spot. Hot damn.
He pressed gently, and in spite of his delicate touch, Andy’s response was explosive.
She came. In waves of spasms around his cock, shuddering wildly and screaming out his name.
“Josh…”
He gave her a few moments then rolled them once more, still deep inside her and still feeling the tremors of her orgasm around his cock. He moved back, pulling away and then letting her body draw him back into her fire.
“More,” she moaned. “More, Josh…come with me.”
He was only too ready to do just that. His hips hammered her thighs, his balls slapped her body, and sweat dripped off his nose. He’d never taken a woman with such eagerness, or such a longing to watch her as he came inside her.
He got his wish.
Josh’s spine electrified and his buttocks clenched. “Andy…Andy…” His voice was hoarse as his balls tightened into knots and pulsed with the need to blast into her.
“Josh…now!”
Her scream tipped him over the edge and he exploded into the orgasm to end all orgasms. Long aching pulses swept over him and he could feel his cock spurting violently into Andy. Her body met his with more spasms of her own, and she came again, milking him dry with her cunt.
Their cries echoed together, and they grabbed each other tight, looking for something…anything…to hold on to as they traveled the incredible journey into their release.
Sighing, Josh unlocked his elbows and watched Andy, as she lay panting beneath him.
She gasped for air. “Holy fucking shit.”
A tired grin crossed his face. He really loved this woman. Not only was she his perfect match in all things, but she could swear worse than him. What more could a man ask for?
* * * * *
Josh and Andy snuggled together in Andy’s office chair. Andy was sprawled comfortably in Josh’s lap as he ran a finger lovingly over her damp skin. “Damn, woman, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She grinned. “Pretty much what you do to me, I’d guess.”
“Mmm.” He was too contented to breathe. His muscles were limp from their loving, and his body was humming something soft and jazzy.
“I have to tell you something, though…” She leaned over and nibbled his earlobe.
“What, honey?”
“It’s better in real reality.”
Josh’s lips curved into a grin. “It sure is.” He glanced over at the screen and something caught his eye. “What the…”
Andy turned her head and looked too. “That’s odd.”
Josh clenched his teeth. “That little fucker.”
“Who?”
“The Squirrel.”
“Huh?”
Josh slid the chair closer to the monitor, holding Andy tight. He wasn’t about to let her away from him under any circumstances, but he needed a good look at what that little shit was up to.
He filled Andy in on his boss. “So he’s done everything but take a hammer to this project since the get-go. I’ll bet you anything he’s in my office right now, strapping on that virtual reality gear, and planning on fucking it all up.”
Andy was silent for a moment, and then her eyes turned naughty. “Josh…” She moved her hand to her mouse. “I have an idea.”
Josh paused. There was something in her expression that told him he was going to like whatever it was.
“Look.” She opened a new graphic.
Josh goggled. A huge blue alien had appeared on the screen. It had to translate to something in the range of seven feet tall, and had a cock the size of an elephant. An aroused elephant. It also had breasts.
The Joshua 4.0 image was stumbling, turning one knee inside out, and generally contorting itself into a variety of uncomfortable positions. Frickin’ Squirrel. As inept with the VR unit as he was with everything else.
“Um, Andy? What the hell is that thing?”
She giggled. “It’s Ro’ath’Min Kaln. A sci-fi erotica group I do some graphics for wanted it. It’s from a hermaphrodite species in a galaxy…”
“Let me guess…far, far away, right?”
“I sure hope so.” She clicked again. “But the thing is, these aliens? They’re only happy if they’re having sex up the ass. With other aliens.”
On the screen, poor Joshua 4.0 stumbled once again and landed on forearms and knees, buttocks in the air, nose down. He stared intently at the floor.
Christ above, Squirrel was useless.
Andy slipped the VR sensors onto Josh’s hands and placed the headband around his ears. “Now, I’m thinking that perhaps your rodent-person might like to make a new friend.”
Josh could feel his face crease into a huge smile. Damn, he loved this woman. “I love you, Andrea Jane Thompson.”
“I know.” She smirked. “I love you too, Josh Miles.”
“Smile at me like that again and I’ll have to show you how much.”
“Ooooh…really?” She slid her legs around and straddled Josh, heedless of the cables coming from his hands. His cock, which was now signaling that it had recovered nicely from its rest, thank you, and would like some more, please, was very happy indeed.
Neither noticed the image of Ro’ath’Min Kaln moving around on the screen, taking up a position behind the recumbent figure of Joshua.
With gentle eagerness, Josh cupped Andy’s buttocks and eased them apart, opening her for his cock. Her cunt was still wet and hot, and she sighed as he lowered her down, filling her with all that he had.
As Josh moved, so did the alien on the monitor. Ro’ath’Min Kaln’s hands cupped Joshua’s buttocks.
Josh felt Andy’s body welcome his. Oh sweet fucking Jesus. He could do this for the rest of his days and die a happy man.
He thrust up with his hips, sinking deep into his woman, losing his mind and finding his soul. It was bliss. It was heaven. It was virtually priceless.
Josh smiled.
And on a flickering monitor in a quiet corner office of a corporate building a couple of miles away, the image of Ro’ath’Min Kaln mimicked the actions of his controller as he leaned in to the image of Joshua 4.0 and thrust with his hips.
The Squirrel’s howling scream echoed through the silent and darkened hallways.
Ro’ath’Min Kaln was a happy alien.
And, as all happy aliens do, he smiled.