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  She said, “Make it a half hour, I need a shower badly.”

  I nodded, and then waited for her to fly off before I teleported home and jumped in the shower myself.

  Chapter Nine

  Amber looked both stunning and cute in her outfit. She had on a loose pleated red skirt with flower prints, and a matching red blouse buttoned up high enough to show just a hint of her cleavage. She also had on black shoes with two-inch heels. She had a string of pearls around her neck, and matching pearl earrings. It was a good outfit for dancing and considering how naturally graceful she was I knew I was in for a treat.

  She might’ve had no social sense, but her effortless and sensuous grace was remarkable.

  I just looked at her for a long moment, then gave her a soft lingering kiss, that was mostly chaste.

  “You are stunning, tonight. Spectacular.”

  She blushed, and then put her head on my chest for a moment, before stepping back.

  “Thanks.”

  “Ready?”

  She nodded, “I’m more than ready, but shouldn’t we eat first?”

  I grinned, apparently my Amber’s flirting was very direct. It was also an effort I appreciated, and it told me how safe she felt with me to make that effort. All of which turned me on a whole lot, even the blunt as a shovel flirting comment charmed me.

  “I have a feeling I’m going to need the energy. Plus, I’m looking forward to a little swing dancing with you.”

  She bit her lip sexily, I suspected subconsciously, and I took her hand and teleported us to Neil’s Jazz club. The place had great food, was casually sophisticated, and the music was usually very good. That night there was a swing band scheduled, and the smiling beauty on my arm was amazing.

  There was a simple open confidence in her warm brown eyes, that I found truly desirable and sexy as hell in her, not despite her quirky ways, but in part because of them. That confidence in me and what we had already in our nascent relationship, just turned me on even more. It was all impossibly fast, last night was both our first date and first night together, and the admiration in her eyes was tinged with the same warm affection I felt for her. We’d been friends a long time though, so I understood it, but it was still startling in a way just how much Amber meant to me already.

  On the shallow side, she was impossibly cute and sexy, and her body gracefully sensuous in all its movements.

  We were led over to our table, and the waiter got us set up with a couple of drinks.

  I asked curiously, “Do you have any government contracts?”

  She nodded, “I can’t talk about those. The weapon, right? I’d never sell them that, or anything like it, but I do other things for them.”

  That had been the source of my curiosity, so I nodded.

  She asked, “You?”

  I shook my head, “Private company satellites, and a few experimental ones for colleges or labs that want to run zero-G experiments. The government still uses rockets for military satellites, paranoid I’d run off with it I guess.”

  It was kind of dumb, but no one ever said a government was smart. Intelligent yes, but not smart.

  She tilted her head, “Or worried you’d feel it if they were armed.”

  There was that too. My telekinesis wasn’t exactly a powerful scanning tool or anything, but I could certainly pick up densities and stuff like that. Once I’d touched an element with my mind, I’d recognize it the next time.

  Amber looked away over my shoulder and narrowed her eyes. It made me turn and look at the door, and my eyes widened a bit as I sighed.

  Venus looked fantastic in her goddess super suit, white tights and all that gold, but she truly was a goddess in the dark blue conforming dress she had on. She was in civilian wear, so my mind automatically corrected myself, Amanda Davis. Less of her legs were visible in the dress, it went down to lower thighs, and covered far more of her bountiful cleavage than her super suit as well. There was something to be said for leaving things to the imagination, she was truly ravishing. Her raven black curly ringlets were up in a fancy bun, and that only made her face even more angelically and ethereally beautiful.

  Apparently, she liked Jazz as well, but did she have to show up while I was on a date?

  Of course, there was no danger she’d recognize me as the infamous Mythic, but it still made me uneasy to find myself in the same building with her. I pushed that down, I disguised my voice and face as Mythic, even if she came over to chat with Bob Williams, a telekinetic not in the game, she wouldn’t recognize me in a million years. Not that she would even if she recognized who I was from my spots on the news.

  On her arm was her petite and sexy girlfriend. Serina Johnson looked tiny next to the taller and sumptuously curvy woman, and they were holding hands. Serina had long wavy white blonde hair down to her ass, and light blue eyes. Her face was classically beautiful. Not soft or severe, but with full lips, a button nose, and strong cheekbones. Her skin was fair and perfect, and she was in her early twenties, maybe a few years younger than me.

  She was petite and athletically curvaceous, with a perfect hourglass body at five foot two. She had pert rounded B cups which were half exposed in her risqué red dress that hugged her upper body tightly and flared out to a loose flowing skirt that went down to her mid-thigh.

  Everything I’d ever read said Serina worshipped the ground Amanda walked on. I didn’t get that at all, but to each their own.

  I’d only been looking over my shoulder for a second or two, was about to turn my head back around, but then Serina’s head turned to stare right back at me with a narrowed eyed intensity that took me off guard. I was embarrassed to get caught staring at the stunning couple, even if I sort of despised one of them, I could also admit the truth of Amanda’s startling beauty, and her lover wasn’t all that far behind her.

  Point being, I hadn’t really been staring, I wouldn’t do that to Amber and especially not on a date where she deserved my full attention, but from Serina’s point of view she didn’t know it’d just been bad timing during a quick glance. I sort of shrugged, then casually turned my head back to Amber.

  Amber giggled, “Smooth.”

  I laughed, “Thanks.”

  I pushed it out of my mind, no reason to abandon my date or go somewhere else. The rest of our date was fantastic. The food was excellent, and she was an even better dancer than I’d hoped. She was also freely affectionate, and the dancing as I moved her across the floor was pure foreplay. She seemed completely oblivious to anyone else in the building, and I returned her focused attention with my own.

  I saw Amanda and Serina on the dancefloor a few times out of the corner of my eyes, but I wasn’t bothered a bit anymore about Amanda’s presence, or even tempted to look at all. Amber had me beguiled, and I just enjoyed her company.

  At the end of the night, I asked her to come home with me again.

  She smiled, “Actually, why don’t you come to my place tonight?”

  That was fine with me, and I teleported us both to the front door of her Brownstone.

  I’d been giving her fetish more than a little thought, and I’d come to the decision that she wanted to surrender herself to my control, and my pleasure. That didn’t mean I had to be rough or callous to her needs however, or be thoughtless, she just wanted me to be in charge.

  As soon as the front door was closed, I pulled her firmly into my arms and kissed her demandingly. She didn’t disappoint, and she seemed as hot and bothered as she had been last night. She kissed me with a fierce passion that blew my mind as I pushed her up against the door and plundered her warm mouth with my lips and tongue.

  Truly, before I’d met my Amber, I had no idea what the words wanton surrender truly meant. Her passion for me drove me crazy, and I slid my hands slowly and firmly from her waist, over her hips, and down her legs. When I reached the bottom of her skirt, I slid my hands inside. It took me just a moment to hook her panties with my thumbs and pull them down until they slipped down her legs the re
st of the way.

  I checked, she was absolutely soaked for me. My naughty Amber, she was a sex goddess.

  I kissed her passionately and deeply, and my moans at her tight lithe body being sandwiched against my body, as well as her sexy wild sounds, drove me crazy. I had to have her, and I was going to take her. Just like I knew she wanted.

  I reached for and unlatched my belt and then opened up my zipper, taking out my cock, before once again teasingly pulling her skirt up, until I grabbed her tight luscious ass in both hands and lifted her up.

  Her legs went around my middle eagerly, and I lined my cock up with telekinesis and speared upward hard and fast. Her heat was better than I’d remembered. So soft, so snug around my sensitive flesh, so hot, and so very wet for me that I slid right in with delicious silken friction. Her sweet gasp of pleasure mixed with mine, as I broke the passionate kiss and looked deeply into her lovely brown eyes.

  “My god, Bob, so good. I feel so full, never felt fuller.”

  My hands were kind of busy with squeezing and kneading her ass, as I held her up and pinned her to the thick oak door. I’d never used my telekinesis during sex before, but in that moment that changed as I gripped, squeezed, and pulled on both of her nipples roughly with my mind. Just like she liked it.

  She cried out in pleasure and tightened around me like a vice, and as she started to loosen though still dreamily snug, I started to slam myself up into her fast and hard.

  I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last that first round. It’d been twenty-four hours and I’d already been close to the edge before I’d put it in. She’d driven me crazy all night.

  I continued to play with her breasts with my mind, varying it from soft and brushing, to full on firm squeezes, pulls, and twists of her sensitive nipples.

  She cried out my name as she came for me with a gush of liquid pleasure that soaked my balls and thighs, and it ran down my legs in dirty little rivulets. That was the end for me, and I grunted her name as I buried myself hard, and I started to fill her convulsing and demanding sex with my seed.

  I kissed her softly, gently, but still passionately as we came down together from our heights. Almost a complete contrast to the wildly demanding kisses and the wild rutting we’d just done against the door.

  “You are so beautiful, Amber.”

  She blushed, and then bit her lip sexily and that time didn’t look away but looked into my eyes with a naked vulnerability that stole my breath.

  “That was perfect, and you’re not exactly hard on the eyes either, Bob.”

  I kissed her again, and I left her underwear and my pants on the floor near the door as I carried her off to the master bedroom. I hardly saw anything, my eyes were all on her, and I managed to find the place with a few head nods from her as I took her upstairs and to the end of the hallway.

  The room was large, and had an attached bath, but that’s about all I noticed. Oh, and she had a very big bed. I manhandled her into the second position of the night, and the breathless excitement and wild lust in her eyes told me she was truly enjoying it.

  Amber was a wild thing in bed, and feeding her fetish made her even more so.

  It was a hell of a night, and a little crazier than the first. Of course, I took care of her each and every time first, before I took my pleasure from her in a way that usually triggered her again. It was extremely late, before we showered, and then went to bed.

  There was no mention of me going home, and she was clearly thrilled I was staying by the way she snuggled into me with a contented sigh, and she had a sweet affection in her eyes that blew me away.

  It was Tuesday morning right after a quick reprise of our sexual Olympics last night, when I finally got a good look at the room in the morning sunlight through the window. My clothes were folded up and on the dresser. I hadn’t remembered doing that, or Amber. But at the time I supposed she must’ve collected and folded our wildly strewn clothes in the middle of the night or something.

  Her bedroom ambience was surprisingly warm. I say surprisingly because of her social cluelessness at times, but in hindsight that was a really stupid assumption to make. She had a dark brown stained oak dresser, matching wood bedframe and large square cedar chest at the foot of the bed. There was also a large matching wood framed mirror above the dresser.

  There were pictures of her family, looked like two younger brothers and a baby sister, along with her parents around the room. There were flowers in a vase on the dresser and a plant in the corner of the room. The bed had a warm red bedspread on it as she made it before pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt.

  The attached bathroom was large, and as luxurious as one would expect in a multi-million dollar brownstone in northern Chicago. His and her sinks, a privacy wall for the toilet, and a large standup shower with multiple jets as well as a large whirlpool tub. Her walk-in closet was pretty large as well, but I didn’t snoop by taking more than a brief glance as she got dressed.

  She smiled, “I smell bacon, and coffee, let’s go eat. You were amazing last night.”

  I said, “You are the sexiest and most passionate woman I’ve ever known, and I don’t even have words to cover last night.”

  She blushed furiously, but looked pleased, “I only mentioned it because of how wild I felt while you fulfilled my fetish. I knew you wouldn’t take advantage, it was… perfect. Not just the sex, but all of it. And I’ve only been that way with you. At least, to that extent. Too much info?”

  I shrugged, “I don’t mind, don’t worry about that stuff. If you can’t tell, I care about you very much already. Oversharing won’t scare me away, I promise. Coffee and bacon? Umm, who’s the cook?”

  She smirked, “Let’s go find out. I wanted to introduce you last night, it’s why I suggested we come here instead, but you were so deliciously demanding when we got in the door and I’d have sooner died than stopped you.”

  I might’ve blushed, “Oh, sorry?”

  She giggled, “Don’t you dare apologize. Come on, she’s the best cook I know.”

  I took her hand as we headed downstairs, to her pleased surprise. She guided me through the living room and deeper into the house, toward the back, and into the kitchen. The kitchen itself was a chef’s dream. Stainless steel appliances, double oven, six stove top burners, and a half-sized griddle all down one wall.

  There was a large island with a second sink for vegetable washing and preparation. There was also a light brown kitchen table with six metal framed chairs with light brown leather seat cushions and backs. The sink was next to a set of French doors that led to the walled backyard.

  Standing next to the griddle and flipping eggs, bacon, and pancakes was a golden blonde bombshell. She had long wavy golden blonde hair to her ass, light gray eyes, and a perfect hourglass body at five foot six, with rounded C cups and a rounded ass. She had on a pair of purple yoga pants, and a clingy red t-shirt. She was also barefoot. Her face was mischievously beautiful, lightly tanned skin with a few freckles around her nose, and high thin cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin, giving her a pixyish appearance.

  She grinned over at me and winked, like she already knew me.

  Amber said, “Behave, Angel.”

  Angel’s voice out of the gorgeous woman was a bit startling, “What fun is that? Besides, we already met last night. He has a really nice ass. It’s not my fault he was so distracted he didn’t notice me sitting on the couch fifteen feet away.”

  “Oh, crap.”

  Angel giggled, “Don’t worry, I enjoyed the show, and I’ve never seen my best friend and creator happier. That means I already like you, so don’t fuck it up.”

  I looked at Amber, but she seemed content in letting me sink or swim on my own. In fact, she looked a bit amused at my shocked surprise.

  “You enjoyed it?”

  Angel bit her lip, “I did. But to be specific, I enjoyed watching your and her fulfillment and joy, more than the physical act itself. Sex is pleasurable and I do enjoy it a great d
eal, but A.I.s don’t see it the same way humans do.”

  “Can you explain that?”

  Angel said, “I can make you understand it intellectually, but I doubt you could grasp it viscerally. For humans it’s caught up with love and emotions, intimacy. The act has great significance. For me, cooking you a sausage or blowing your sausage, would be pretty much the same as far as I was concerned. It would both be service to you, and perhaps even out of affection when I got to know you, but still no different despite the attendant pleasure associated with the latter act.”

  “So, seeing that last night was about as significant to you as catching me cooking a meal for her would be?”

  Angel beamed, “Exactly. The former turned me on, while the latter wouldn’t, but it isn’t different otherwise, or of any more significance in my mind, even though I know it is in yours.”

  I waved a hand, “How?”

  Angel grinned and spun for me, “Like what you see? Your lover made me with her own hands. I’m warm and fully functional. I look and feel real, but it’s really clever and advanced non-biological technologies. I can even eat, but I have a power source and quantum matrix instead of a heart and brain.”

  I gave Amber a questioning look, but I don’t think she interpreted it correctly. Angel on the other hand, did.

  “Nope, never. I’m just her best friend. She also wouldn’t use me in that way, even if I really wouldn’t mind.”

  Amber said firmly, “But I would mind.”

  Right, the conversation was kind of surreal. It was also a little awkward, being attracted to my girlfriend’s A.I.’s body and looks I mean. Still, that was a line I’d never cross, it would feel wrong no matter how good it felt, so to speak. She was a woman, and I could respect her as a woman and treat her that way, but she wasn’t a human woman.

  Surely worthy of respect, even chaste affection and friendship over time, but her being unable to return true intimacy was a deal breaker on anything more. Not that it mattered, I was with Amber and only Amber unless or until we broke up. I was just trying to work it out in my head.