AI: Fantasies

So what else is planned for this evening? Tonight is Thursday, equating to ‘Thirsty Thursday’, in which I can drink myself perhaps to some new and terrible low. Or maybe I can just drink a little, and attempt to do homework, and then fall asleep. Or maybe I can stay sober and be a “student” for once this semester. I had recently acquired a bottle of bourbon; Unfortunately terrible, terrible bourbon. I can live with smoking extravagantly and drinking unscrupulously though. I decided to ride back to my dorm.

Ah but then there’s that AI. She was so gorgeous. Suddenly I could conceive taking full advantage of her, reaping the benefits of her lush and underdeveloped body. She’s wild for me and she’s frisky. Her hair is a total mess. She’s thrown her glasses to the floor, and with out further delay she undresses, panting, hungry and desperate for sex. 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 a 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 labia were just as petite as her breasts were. Cleanly shaven, her labia creased so perfectly and symmetrically, hiding all that I could ever desire. It was slightly pink in color. Maybe irritation from shaving? Or is it natural?

I’m a spectator, in a chair, gazing. She runs over to me, climbs on me, so that her forelegs are resting upon my forelegs, and proceeds to kiss me. She had lipstick on. It was so sticky, transferring from her lips to mine. She tasted of cherry. I placed both of my hands on her breasts, and caressed. I felt cold, and she was so warm to touch. 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…

I was standing outside of my dorm room, unlocking the door. The AI isn’t on top of me. I’m not enjoying every second of this like I wish I was. I was just outside of my dorm. So none of this happened. Shit. Fucking shit. Now I have the wildest inclination to at least download some porn. I was suddenly feeling very sexually deprived, and yet I probably masturbated earlier in the day. But sexual deprivation is old news. I cannot attest to any sort of sexual escapade, or any legitimate relationship with a girl. I held a relationship with a girl in my freshman year of high school for a mere month, hence why I don’t consider it to be legitimate. So what’s the significance now if I’m fantasizing to get fucked by my English AI? I’m not entirely sure, I guess.

Suddenly I hear music emitting from my room. Shit. The roommate is in, and listening to bad music. So I can’t even stay even if I won’t go jerk off to some porn.

“Hey Evan.” I say.

“Hey.” he replies. It’s not like we hated each other, or I would hope. Evan is too boring for my tastes. He only hangs out with his girlfriend, who he’ll never fuck until he marries her. Seems like a waste, too. Andy lives in a single, and they could easily fuck, and I be it’d be grand for them. They should live a little, and scrap the Bible rhetoric bullshit. I can’t say I ever had a thing for Andy. She’s awkward to talk to when I run into her, yet I can have a normal conversation with anyone else, even Evan! She obviously has innocence, but she fails to appeal, sexually.

I guess it would be the lounge for me this evening. I get my laptop, and one of my water bottles from the fridge, which was a mix of bourbon and coke, and huddled to the lounge. A sole occupant occupied the lounge: Luke. He was a good guy. We take a single class together.

“Yo, Luke.”

“Hey man, what are you up to?”

“Ugh, Finite homework this evening. But it’s not English homework, surprisingly.”

“Heh. Yeah…I’m going to smoke in like thirty minutes. Wanna come?”

Smoke weed? When I should be doing finite homework? I shouldn’t even be concerned that I’m justifying this. I can always try my homework tomorrow, but I can’t just freely smoke weed tomorrow, in the open daylight.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that.” I finally said. At least until then, I can do some finite homework, and I’ll probably, keyword: probably, work on it after I smoke. But first, there’s an email in my inbox. Steven Sewell sent me a message on Facebook. God damned Facebook. He always messages me on Facebook, over frivolous annoyances of his, and I just can’t ever get empathetic towards him. This time he’s whining to me about Sarah Palin. Bah whatever. I won’t even reply.

Finite turns out to be a disaster. I couldn’t pay attention the other day, partly because I had other homework to work on, like study for another exam. I wondrously prepared for that exam, and failed it. I go back to Facebook, and check up on Jeff and DJ, who are rooming together out of state, both on scholarships. I wonder how they’re doing…

Luke had left quite a while ago, I realized. I had two tabs in my browser open, one to the horrible university website to which I was to do my homework on, and the other, Facebook. I wasn’t even logged in to the university website. Luke pops his head back in the door. “I’m gonna smoke now.” He quickly says. I need to loosen up. I’m too uptight, on caffeine and nicotine. Surprise, surprise.

I pack all of my belongings, which at that point included my laptop, calculator, water bottle, headphones, etc. I stuff it all in my room, just saying “Hey” to Jeff again. I grab a lighter and my cloves, and hurry outside.