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(MF, rom, M/Fembot, sci-fi) *** Chapter 1 The bedroom doors slid aside automatically just in time for Ray Cummings and his mate Jessie to stumble into the room clawing at each others' clothes. By the time said doors closed and the lighting dimmed on its own the two had fallen to the floor, picked themselves up and made it to the bed. After Ray pulled down Jessie's top down to her waist his arms snaked around her to struggle with the clasps of her bra, until she pushed his arms away and reached behind to do it herself. "Honestly you men," Jessie half-joked, "You can send someone to Mars but can't undo a bra." She tossed the brassier aside and for a seemingly endless moment Ray stared at her pointed, natural-looking bosoms like some hormone-flooded teenager. Jessie slapped him to wake him out of his trance, but her giggle told him she wasn't too upset. Lying on her back she grabbed him buy the back of his neck and pulled him down with one hand and fished for his prick with the other at the same time. Ray rose up as he thrust inside of her, the moans that came out of her mouth spurred him to push harder and faster; until finally she wrapped her legs around his waist, arched her back and screamed so loudly that, were the walls not soundproof a neighbour might have heard and called the police suspecting foul play. Physically drained Ray fell forward, pinning Jessie to the bed, she stroked the back of his neck and whispered into his ear until he fell asleep and she herself shut down for the night. The next morning Ray sat down at the kitchen table fastening a clip-on tie, the real thing gave him even more trouble than bras, whilst Jessie presented him with breakfast. She watched him as he ate, as if studying his expression, then finally spoke up, "What's wrong honey? You look kind of down." Ray looked her in the eye, absently swallowing a fried egg, "It's nothing, just..." Just that I miss having someone who could eat breakfast with me- but how can I say that to you? "Just hassles at work, nothing you can do anything about." Ray stood up, kissed Jessie on the cheek and headed out the door. At his office Ray examined reclamation reports and sent off reports of his own whilst the radio speakers chirped out war propaganda- something about Cuban allies taking Tallahassee and forcing the fascists out of Florida. At lunch he got a call from home, "What's up honey?" Ray tried not to sound tired. Jessie smiled at him on the holo-display, I found an invitation for you- to your upcoming high school reunion." "You erased it, I hope." "NO I didn't. Don't you want to see your friends?" "What friends? I got along better with the teachers than my classmates and I didn't exactly hit it off with the teachers either." "Well maybe they'll all be fat, bald and stuck in go- nowhere jobs- you'd miss a chance to gloat." "I wish," Ray grumbled. "Yeah well, go anyway please? You'll regret missing it, I know you will." "But..." "But nothing," Jessie's face took a mock-seriousness tone, "I'll see you when you get back, soldier." She then hung up. And Ray did go to the reunion, although he could hardly say he was glad he came. Most of the alumni who were asses to him then were even bigger asses today. Even worse most were still in good shape and fairly successful, even if some had obviously undergone cosmetic restoration. After listening to one of these putzes brag about how his company contributed to the Mars landing Ray decided he had been here long enough, turned to leave- and stared in the face of the one good reason he might have had for showing up. "Ray Cummings? Holy shit, it's really you!" Jessica Trappt ran up to Ray and hugged him, almost tackling him to the floor. "Jessica?" Ray looked the svelte woman up and down as they separated. She had dyed her jet-black hair brown and her face showed some faint laugh lines but altogether the years had been quite merciful to her and he said as much. "Uh-huh, and it's all natural," she bragged, "Unlike some of the bimboes I see here." "Well, between the bimboes you met and the assholes I've met, I suppose we're lucky to find each other." Ray replied. Jessica laughed, "And to think, people were telling me you've shacked up with a K-Ross." "A what?" "A Katherine- Ross? As in Stepford Wife? A mechanical missus?" "Oh..." Ray slightly blushed, "Well I don't know who told you that, And I'd like to slit their gossipy throats, "But what can I do?" "Yeah, well," "Jessica leaned toward Ray to whisper, "Unless there's someone else you were hoping to meet, why don't we ditch these losers? I have a pretty decent hotel room." Ray started to look around but stopped himself, "Ah what the hell- let's go!" Ray paid the aero taxi driver as he stepped out on the hotel roof with Jessica. The two took the elevator to the right floor and came into Jessica's Room- a mini- palace that put Ray's digs to shame. Ray sat down, Jessica turned on some soft music, mixed a couple of drinks and sat down with him. "Do you ever think about me?" She asked as she sipped her whiskey on rocks. "Kind of once in a while, I suppose," It seemed the best between a polite and honest answer, "You ever think about me?" "Not very often at first, a bit more after my first divorce, and a LOT more after my second. I started to wonder maybe I should have tried something with you when I had the chance." "Yeah, I kind of always wanted to try something too, but you were the closest I had to a friend, guess I was afraid to risk ruining it." "Well," Jessica's voice took on a husky tone, "We don't have to be afraid tonight." Putting down her glass, Jessica clapped her hands, at which the sofa seat extended itself into a king sized bed so fast Ray dropped his own drink in surprise. Jessica started to disrobe and Ray did also- then looked her in the eye, really stared at her face for a long moment, then started to button his shirt back up again. "Hey you," "Jessica looked more than a little upset, "What's your freaking problem?" "I'm sorry, I truly am," Ray stammered, "But there's someone else and she really deserves a lot better than this from me. I have to go." He got up and rushed out the doors- which Jessica threw her glass at when they slid shut. As Ray entered his apartment the domicile-computer's speaker told him Jessie was taking a bath. He opened the bathroom door, flowers in hand, and she squealed in delight at seeing him. Putting the flowers by the bed, Ray undressed and settled into the tub, never taking his eyes off the face he had grown to love- a face that years before he had had customized to resemble a certain classmate of old. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71