AI: Fantasies Revisited

I had trouble waking up the next morning. My damn alarm clock went off, in which I hid it in my closet, in an attempt to get me up to turn it off. It didn’t work. It never does. I slept through that at eight. Nine, my cell phone alarm went off. Didn’t work. Finally, ten-thirty, my watch alarm goes off. I finally realize that if I want to meet with my AI, I need to get out of bed. I was hungry, but wouldn’t have time to get any breakfast. Shit. I probably didn’t have time to shower either. I got fresh pants, and ditched my shitty and ripped khakis pants for a favorite pair of jeans. The types of jeans that are tight, but not too tight, yet give a bit of a bulge in the crotch. I pulled those on, not even bothering to change boxers, put on deodorant, or a shirt. I grabbed all of my useless composition papers, and busted ass to the restroom to take a piss.

I finally make it outside, forgetting where I parked my bike the evening before. I always fucking forget where I put my bike, and it’s embarrassing, looking for it. I find it, after two minutes of searching. It was near the loading docks. Two dormitory employees are smoking there. Can’t they ever be yelled at? I resent that I’m always yelled at by dormitory employees not to smoke anywhere besides the smoker’s tables.
I put on some music, some more Quantic Soul Orchestra, and bike off. Groovy, funky beats suddenly gave the university more diversity and wisdom, as though it were the 1960s in Harlem. It was a nice conception for a bike ride, and it was cool outside at least, and the breeze felt fantastic riding along 10th street. I debated as to whether I still had any active THC in my body. I also had no idea where this damn building is that I’m to meet with my AI in… I find an obscure street. From what I remember on the campus map, the building was on an obscure street. So really, I know nothing about this street. I take it anyways, and I suddenly begin to think about the AI. I can’t believe I get to meet with her. Alone. How wondrously terrible.

I found the correct building, and locked up my bike with my terribly impromptu bike lock, and hurried inside. It was 11:05, so I was five minutes late. So many damn stairs, I was out of breath by the time I made it to her floor. This was an old dormitory: These “offices” are just old dorm rooms. Are there beds in here? That would make things much more comfortable. I come up to the AI, at her desk, reading a novel. Her office is so bland, and didn’t include more than the desk she was sitting at, and a wall mirror to her right.

“Hey” I simply say.

“Oh hey Addison.” She says, putting down her book, “I guess none of the others are showing up.”

“Sorry, what others?”

“The other students in your group.” I forgot about this. We were alone. What could that equate to? She’s so cute. Today she’s wearing black. Black blouse, black pants. Yet, that same white-laced bra. It was adorable. A sweet spot of remnant THC kicked in just then. Those are a rarity, but always appreciated, particularly now in such a precarious situation. That we were alone did make me rather nervous, and it probably showed. The AI asked, “So it’s just you and me huh?”

Her figure was stunning. Freckles all over her body. Precious breasts, and supple, with the perfect pink-colored nipples. She’s slim, but she has that sexually attractive bulge in her belly, characterizing of a female, since they’re genetically fatter than men. Ah, and she even shaves! Wasn’t expecting that from an English AI… Her genitals were just as petite as her breasts were. Cleanly shaven, her labia creased so perfectly and symmetrically, hiding all that a man could ever desire. It was slightly pink in color. Maybe irritation from shaving? Or is it natural?

I’m a spectator, in that same chair, gazing.

“Wait, should we be doing this?” I asked, surprised that I said anything at all, rather. I can’t say I was too concerned about other intrusions onto our promiscuous sexual encounter, really.

“Don’t worry, this building is so desolate. No one ever comes up here.” The AI explains, removing her shoes.

She runs over to me, climbs on me, so that her forelegs are resting upon my forelegs, and proceeds to kiss me. She had that same lipstick on. It was so sticky, transferring from her lips to mine. She tasted of cherry. I adored to taste her because of that. I placed both of my hands on her breasts, and caressed. She grabbed for my penis. I was still dressed, but she was able to find my infinitely hardening penis. I felt flushed. She unzipped my pants, and pulled out my penis. My eagerly awaiting penis, and caresses it, masturbating it. She sits on me, holding onto my penis, and inserts it in her vagina. How sweet. I put my arms around her, and hold tightly, as we proceed to fuck, in a glorious manner. The door was open, but this place was deserted. No one would ever know.

Admittedly, I found this odd that something as absurd as an AI fucking one of their students could come true. The AI vocalized, and I couldn’t help but vocalize myself.

“God damn, this is wonderful. I’m finally deflowering you!” I panted. My resentment of the English AI suddenly came to life: I could have my way with this young woman.

“Oh come on Addison! Haven’t you ever put out before? Did you know that it’s rude to come before the girl does?” she taunts me. Oh man, taunting was literally dirty. I liked it though, so I continued the trend:

“Oh shut the fuck up! I watch plenty of porno, and I could outdo any guy from any movie.”

“Oh my. Well can you make me come then? No one else ever really does…”

“Absolutely.”

The AI gets off of me, and beckons me to get out of the chair, and she sits on top of her desk, spreading her legs wide open, presenting herself to me.

My penis feels so sweet now, ready to come. I penetrate her again, right on her desk. I don’t want to come though. Not yet, I want to appreciate the moment, taking full advantage of the AI that I loved and loathed. I wanted to deflower her, so badly. I was about to come. I said to her, “I want to deflower you so badly!” I penetrated her... I…

“What?” she asks? I was sitting in that same chair, with the AI reading over my essay. Both of us are still clothed, though I have a massive erection. None of that just happened, yet again. “You want to deflower me??’ she asks.

“Oh. Uh…” I stumble in my thoughts. Think Addison! Think! “I said I need to use the restroom, if that’s ok with you.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah that’s fine. Hurry back.”

“Ok.” I go to the restroom, and finish off in the stall.