Luscious Leigh
Keywords: Leigh, Luscious,
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"You worry me, Justin."
"Huh?" Justin withdrew the beer bottle's tapered neck out of his mouth. "How's that?"
"You're looking like shit. You, and... this." Eric swung his arm at the dim room about him. "You just knocked back some piss-warm beer. The pizza boxes are fucking piling, jeez... I had to twist my foot out of one when I came in."
"You can let yourself out the same way." Justin renewed his lips' tight suction on his beer.
"You little..." Eric sprang to his feet, a hot flush tinting his cheeks. He visibly choked the upcoming word in his mouth, puckering his lips. "Look, uhm... Justie? Me and the guys, we had a long talk... well, about you." He stood stiffly, his tone uneasy. "And now I'm... oh, fuck... I'm supposed to talk to you."
"Anything stopping you?"
"It's... it's "her". She's not right for you." Eric's eyes darted around the small dusky apartment, searching.
""Her?"" Justin repeated, finally swiveling his head to Eric. "Say it. You can't even say her name."
"It's not a 'her' even, it's an... 'it'. You're having a one'sided love affair with a feme'bot, Justin."
"Leigh."
"At least say it right, you idiot. Luscious Leigh, sex-android, model-group Nymph-slash-69. I know it's a machine... I program the damn things."
It was Justin's turn to leap up. "You just install the layouts..." He growled, his hands balling into fists. "You're not the one filling them up with... with..."
"With what, Justin?" Eric's voice went softer. "What were you going to say? Filling it up with... soul? Leigh is just a bunch of sexy macros wrapped together in a hot package. She's... I mean, it is..."
"Dammit, "she" is more than a bundle of chips and microcircuits!"
"Justin... Look, I'll prove it to you... She's turned off now, right? Recharging? Listen, when you activate her - if, by chance, your hand is touching her shoulder, she'll say "'Oooooh, baby... hug me.'" Are you still with me, Justin? If, when she wakes up, your hand is laid against the back of her neck - it'll be, "'Honey, I missed you...'" If you're... Shit, I don't have to elaborate, do I? In the example I just gave you, her reaction is determined by the pressure-thermal sensors spread beneath her artificial skin. I can give you other examples, which you'd fucking hate... Like, when you're penetrating her canal, thrusting in a frequency of 150 per minute, and your pulse rate is 120 per minute, your temperature being..."
"SHUT UP!" In less than a heartbeat Justin's fingers were squeezing Eric's neck, his eyes ablaze with dark fire. "You're... you're... fucking crazy," his voice fell to a husky whisper. He struggled to ease his breathing.
"Justin..." Eric gasped, closing his hands on his friend's wrists, straining to unhook his fingers from his neck.
"She can learn..." Justin whispered, his hands slipping down to Eric's shoulders, pinning him against the wall. "You know that scene in 'Blade Runner'? Deckard and Rachel... She discovers she's a replicant, he hunts down replicants for a living..."
"I know Blade Runner." Eric panted, his face flushed.
"No, you "listen"..." Justin leaned forward, pressing Eric farther against the unyielding wall, forcing out another painful groan. "I meant that scene in Deckard's apartment. Deckard kisses Rachel's face, gently, on the side... She tries to run away, he slams the door. Throwing her against the blinds, he kisses her - it's the only way he can get it through her mind, you see..."
"Justin, please..."
"No, wait - Rachel stops struggling now, she watches Deckard's face... He tells her, no, he orders her, "'Now you kiss me.'" But Rachel still can't do it... Deckard doesn't let go. He needs Rachel to be able to want... to choose... So, he repeats, "'Say kiss me.'" Rachel finally gets it into her head. She asks him, "'kiss me'", and they kiss... again."
"Justin, you're hurting me..."
"Now Deckard says, "'I want you.'" He watches Rachel... He waits. Rachel repeats after him, unsure, "'I want you'". It's not enough for Deckard, so he demands, "'Again.'" And..."
"And Rachel answers, "'I want you. Put your hands on me.'" Justin, I know this part by heart." Eric twisted against Justin's firm hold, his breaths hissing in painful gasps.
Justin's gaze clung to his face, intense. "So you really "do" see, Eric... He teaches her that she is a person, not a replicant. I can... teach Leigh that."
"Your life is not a film-noir movie." Eric whispered, careful as if he was avoiding sharp glass shards.
"Get out." Justin rasped, withdrawing his hands from Eric's shirt.
"You need some serious help." Eric slid against the wall, fumbling for the door's handle. "Serious help, Justin."
The door closed behind him stealthily, with a soft knock.
Justin stared at the door, a darker patch in the surrounding dimness.
"*Leigh... Time to wake up.*"
He turned and strolled into the bedroom. Standing by the door, he watched her as she lay still in their bed. He loved watching her sleeping. He ambled closer, taking careful, soft steps, though he knew that when she was "that" way, nothing would be able to wake her up. Nothing short of his programmed touch.
Leigh's chestnut hair was spread richly against the soft pillow, perfectly framing her pale face. She had a beautiful face, high-cheekboned, tapering to a narrow chin. Her eyes were shut now, long dark lashes shadowing her skin.
He gently pulled away the thin satin covers. The soft flowing cloth rustled as it was withdrawn, revealing the feme-bot's naked body inch by inch. Her pale skin was perfection; her breasts full, with pink, sassy nipples, heaving with her soft breathing. He knew it was only a sophisticated illusion shared by all models from group Nymph/69; she wasn't in any true need of oxygen. His eyes stroked down her flat stomach, paused on the patch of dark hair pointing to her nether lips, washed over the hips flaring from her narrow waist, caressed along her neverending legs.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, smoothing one hand over the dark triangle of curls, sliding his fingers deeper between her warm, soft thighs, gently parting her lips. She didn't respond. She never did while sleeping.
He sighed, pulling his hand out. "Dry." Reaching behind her neck, he pressed the activation switch concealed beneath her hairline.
Leigh's eyes flew open, wide greens dotted with brown. "Honey, I missed you..."
Justin noticed that his hand had been resting against the back of her neck when she'd said that. He tried to shove Eric's words away from his awareness. "Missed you too, baby." He moved his hand to her hair, and it spilled like warm silk between his fingers.
She smiled.
Leaning forward, Justin rested his other hand against her left hip.
"Honey..." She let out a soft moan, eyes narrowing.
His fingers drew tight parallel lines up her bare tummy, sliding over the hint of her lower ribs, pausing to cup the soft, curved underside of her left breast.
She moaned louder.
"You like it?" Justin whispered.
He gently squeezed her breast, his fingers circling her nipple, teasing until it tightened in his hand. He crawled onto the bed and laid fully clothed between her thighs, pushing gently to make her spread wider, carefully stretching his body over hers. Careful, though the retailer guaranteed that she was far less vulnerable than any human flesh.
Leigh's thighs squeezed on Justin, her hips rocking gently against the growing bulge in his jeans. Wordlessly he pulled his shirt over his head. Breathing against the heartless pulse beating in her neck, he unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his ass. His arms cradled her face, and she smiled again, parting luscious rosy lips in an open invitation.
"Kiss me," she said.
His lips pressed against hers, gentle at first, then pushing thirstily. She responded by parting her lips more for him, and his tongue dived into the wet expectancy of her mouth. He felt her tongue curling around his. Her nipples stabbed his chest with a soft tease, her hands climbed and drew circles against his bare back. Pressing his erection to nestle between her lips, he gently withdrew his tongue from her mouth. Down south, his fingers found that she wasn't dry anymore.
"I want you, baby," she whispered.
He pressed his cock deeper, entering her, filling her inch-by-inch, feeling her wet walls parting before his cock head, sucking him in.
"YES..." Leigh moaned, twisting her body beneath his weight, wrapping her legs around him in a tight embrace.
He started rolling his hips between her thighs, thrusting softly in a relaxed rhythm. Her heat tightened on his cock, molding against him, coaxing a pleased groan from deep in his throat. "She always took him whole... she was always so tight... she always came together with him." His pulse raced, his quick breaths dragging hissing in and out of his mouth.
"I want you..." Leigh rocked beneath him, arching her back against the mattress. "I want your hands on me..."
Justin nodded into her breath, his tongue plummeting again into the darkness of her mouth, his cock thrusting deep inside her, harder, faster. His hands squeezed her full breasts, stroke down her moving body, cupping the cheeks of her ass to pull her tightly against him. She writhed beneath him, her legs tangled about him, throwing havoc among the satin sheets, and he struggled to hold her close. Her short screams mingled with the rhythmic creaks of their bed, her arms' hug tightening against his back.
With one last thrust his cock impaled her deeply, and he grabbed her ass and forced her close, exploding inside her, savagely screaming her name. He felt Leigh tightening around his cock in short, forceful fist squeezes.
"Justin..." She mumbled, her eyes closed.
Her soft, hot flesh was covered with sweat. His cock was coated with a blend of his cum and her juices. Somewhere in his swirling mind he knew that they weren't any realer than her breathing and the pulse that he had sucked in her throat.
He pulled out of her and she let out a long, lingering moan, stretching her arms for him as he crouched over her body.
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Keywords: Leigh, Luscious,