A.I.S.A.: An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance (4 page)

She smiled as I reached out and pushed the dress straps off
her shoulders, and slowly pealed her dress down her tight sexy body.  She
was so beautiful and sexy, the dress had built in support, and my mouth watered
at the sight of her breasts, as they were revealed to my eyes.  They were
perfectly shaped, a little more than a handful, and stood up straight. 
Her aureoles were large and puffy, and her skin was tight around her engorged
nipples.

I bent down a bit, to peal the dress over her waist, after
which the rest of it just slid down her sexy legs to pool on the floor around
her feet.  I could scent her arousal and it caused me to strain against my
pants again, there was so much I wanted to do to her and all at the same
time.  I relaxed a little, there would be plenty of time to be thorough,
and I pulled her into a long kiss.

She moaned into my mouth, and started to unbuckle and unzip
my pants.  Her hands eagerly stripped my shirt over my head, and then
pushed my pants down around my ankles, freeing my sex from its tight
confinement.  She broke the kiss to take a look at me, and I drank her
sweet body in again.

She grinned at my obviously hungry stare, and boldly started
to stroke my manhood, “Like what you see Tony?”

“Your beautiful Aisa, are you really a virgin?”

She looked unsure for a moment, “Is that a problem?”

I shook my head, “Never, but it means I’ll need to be extra
gentle this first time.”

I guess I’d said the right thing, because her slightly narrowed
eyes widened and softened, and she melted against me, claiming my lips
enthusiastically.  She’d felt good against my body last night, but it was
nothing to having our skin touching everywhere, the heat of her body against
mine, the silken soft skin, her hard nipples digging into my chest, and I
moaned softly as she rubbed her body subtly against mine.

She broke the kiss and looked up at me with a smile, “Yes, I
am, but only as it applies to lying with a man, my hymen was broken a few years
ago,” she grinned naughtily, “So take me however you want me Tony.”

I picked her back up by her ass cheeks, her words set a fire
in me, and I put her down on the bed. 

She looked up at me longingly, and spread her legs
invitingly, opening up to me with a trace of vulnerability in her eyes.
 She was clearly giving herself to me, the level of submissiveness in her
eyes and body language was almost alarming, it was an aspect of her personality
I hadn’t seen yet.  Outside of the bedroom she was strong, easily my equal. 
Here she seemed to be surrendering all she was to me, and it filled me with a
tenderness that took me off guard.

She was something to be to be cherished, I had no impulse to
abuse her gift to me.

I crawled into the bed, but not that far, and started to kiss
and massage my way up her legs, every sigh and soft moan of approval drove me
further up her legs, until I was teasing the inside of her thighs with my lips
and tongue, and then kissed higher, teasingly around her mound.  The scent
of her arousal was exquisite, and I could hardly wait for a taste.

I ran my tongue slowly up her labia and moaned in approval
as I tasted her for the first time.  I teased a finger slowly inside of
her, as I held her apart and teased her clit with feather light touches of my
tongue.  

It wasn’t long before her moaning and bucking body drove me
to greater efforts, and I sucked her clit into my mouth as I pushed my finger
inside her as far as it could go, then curled my finger and teased the inside
walls of her pleasure, looking for her g-spot.

She was incredibly tight, even around one finger, I wanted
to give her an orgasm before I attempted to enter her, even though she was
plenty soaked already.  I felt her grab my hair and grind herself against
my face as I slowly brought her to and over her height.

She gasped, “Tony… god, don’t stop,” and then she arched her
back and started to tremble on my tongue and face as she exploded into bliss, I
happily lapped up my reward, bringing her down gently, before kissing my way up
her sweet tight body until our lips met once again.  She kissed me wildly,
hungrily, wanting more.

I checked her eyes once more to be sure, but there was no
hesitation about the impending invasion of her sex, only need, lust, desire,
and surrender.  I lined myself up and pushed, it took a moment, but
eventually her very lubricated labia stretched open and wrapped tightly as she
took my manhood inside of her body.  My eyes were locked with hers, and we
watched each other as our pleasure built from the union of our flesh. 

She felt incredibly wrapped around me, I was in heaven with
her warm moist flesh pleasuring me with silken friction as I slowly buried
myself, stopping every few moments to let her get used to me.  Eventually
though, she took all eight inches and our flesh met, I was all the way in and
it felt better than anything else I could think of or remember.

She gasped softly, “I’m ready, take me now, make me yours,”
as she thrust her body up against me, her core tightening and fluttering up and
down my length.

I started to rock back and forth slightly, my eyes still
locked on hers.  I wanted to do a lot of things today, doggie style, her
on top, sixty-nine, I was pretty much up for anything, but this first time I
wanted to watch the pleasure in her eyes, and the adoring and lusting look that
lived side by side in her bright green orbs as I took her for the first time.

I slowly increased both my speed, and the length of the
stroke.  The tight hot and moist silken friction felt incredibly as I went
faster and faster, she started to buck her body up against mine, meeting me
halfway as our bodies thrust together in a loud slap time and time again. 
My eyes were locked on hers, but I could see her slightly parted lips, and hear
her moans, I could see the way her breasts bounced and shook each time our
flesh met violently.

To tell the truth I was barely hanging on, I had some
self-control, but between it being our first time, the first round, and me not
having any for months, it was amazing I’d lasted as long as I had so far. 
Then she screamed my name and contracted around my cock tightly, milking it
hard as I continued to saw in and out of her body.  I felt my legs go numb
and my balls started to boil.  I slammed into her twice more, hard, and
then emptied myself into her sweet warmth.

I rolled off of her when we came down, and she rolled onto
her side, and snuggled up to me.  I put my arm under her and pulled her up
for a soft kiss.  When she pulled away, I could see it in her eyes, the
same emotion I felt in my heart.  I played with her hair as we stared into
one another’s eyes.  It was insane of course, I’d only met her a day and a
half ago, there was no way I was saying it out loud.  What I felt scared
the crap out of me even when held just in my own mind. 

So I pulled her in for another kiss instead…  We laid
there for a while, I caressed her hair and back, while she traced the muscles
in my chest and stomach, occasionally kissing my shoulder or neck softly. 
We didn’t speak, there was no need to just then.  I had no intention of
leaving the bed at all for the rest of the day…

I must have fallen asleep after the second… or was it third
round?  It was three, but regardless I woke up with wet warmth engulfing
my cock and looked down.  Aisa looked so sexy as she looked up at me
through her eyelashes, her lips wrapped tightly around my tip, her back arched
and her ass in the air as she tried to take me farther into her mouth.

It felt incredible, at the same time, it was immediately
apparent she’d never given head before.  Not that I minded, that made it
infinitely better in my opinion, and she was a fast learner.  I watched as
she gained confidence as she explored my length and balls with her tongue,
lips, and hands, every moan she drew out of my mouth seemed to make her
increase her efforts.

This will probably sound bad, but she looked so damned hot
with my cock in her mouth, with a yearning lustful look in her eyes as she
looked up at me as if there was nowhere else she wanted to be.  I could
also tell one of her hands had moved down her body and was between her legs,
she was getting herself off while bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I moaned softly and warned her, “Aisa, I’m going to cum…”

She didn’t stop, instead she sucked harder, and milked my
cock with her hand while she bobbed up and down on the tip, licking the
sensitive bottom as she worked me.  The idea that she wanted to take it in
her mouth, to have me explode into her throat, was the thought that pushed me
over the edge.  She moaned in approval as I pushed up into her and let
loose as ecstasy washed through my body.

Then I saw her eyes widen as she followed me into bliss on
the tips of her fingers, she continued to suck me through her own euphoric
pleasure, and occasionally swallow until I was dry.  She smiled up at me
when she was sure she’d gotten it all, crawled up my body, and kissed me
softly.

“I let you sleep about an hour, but I’m hungry, it’s
dinnertime.”

I frowned, “Sorry, we completely skipped lunch didn’t we?”

She giggled, “Yes… we did.  But I’m not
complaining.  I just had a nice snack,” she winked.

She kissed me softly, “I feel so safe with you, it was easy
to let go.  What now?” she added the question a little nervously.

I kissed her forehead and held her for a moment, “We eat
dinner, then you stay the night.  If that’s okay with you?  I don’t
want you to leave.”

I’d almost said those three words that I was afraid to even
think right now, it was way too soon for that and she’d probably run out the
door.  Although, I think she may have been thinking along the same lines,
because she tried to break the intense connection between us in that moment as
we’d locked eyes, with a little humor.

She smiled brightly but her voice was full of artificial
accusation, “You just want me to cook supper and breakfast.”

I nodded faux wisely, “Don’t forget more sex, that weighed
heavily in my decision as well.”

It was ridiculous of course, we both saw right through the
other’s humor, I could see it in her eyes.  She’d given herself to me, and
a few moments ago had been worried I would want her to leave.  And I… I
couldn’t bear the thought of not holding her close tonight, and waking up the
next morning with her in my arms.  It quite frankly scared the shit out of
me, because I didn’t want her to leave at all, not just tonight.  It was
all too fast, but I was completely helpless to resist her, more than that, I
didn’t want to resist her, I wanted to give in.

She snorted at my comment and slapped my chest.  But
mission accomplished, she no longer looked worried.

I laughed and tickled her, which set her off into squirming
giggles as she tried to push me away weakly.  I rolled on top of her and
held her hands down above her head with one hand, and tickled her some more,
making her body writhe and move in interesting ways.  Then I teased one of
her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and kneaded the underside of her
supple breast with my other three fingers, and her giggles turned quickly into
gasps of pleasure.  I felt myself respond, and decided dinner should be
put off for a little while longer.

Aisa had no objections…

The next week was probably described perfectly by the
relationship term honeymoon phase.  We really didn’t do anything except
spend time together in our own little world, talking, fucking, showering,
eating, and sleeping.  If I was smitten the first night we’d slept
together, I was beyond besotted at the end of that week.

The honeymoon phase didn’t exactly end after that first
week, but she did officially check out of that hotel, and bring all of her
luggage over.  Real life intruded as well, the game was returned to me for
the second round of final A.I. tweaks, and we worked on it together.  She
seemed to be as focused and obsessed with coding as I was, so we managed to
keep our hands off of each other for the most part, except during lunch break.

The only dark spot during that time was my ex-wife, my
lawyer had sent me divorce papers.  I looked them over, and it basically
said she’d get half my stuff, and a third of my additional credit income from
working only, not including the basic lump amount everyone gets, either until
one of us died, or she was remarried.  My lawyer, and my A.I. assistant
both advised that it was a typical divorce contract.  Originally I’d been
thinking she’d get half my credits in alimony, so I agreed with their
assessment and I signed it, sent it back, and tried to forget it.  The
sooner she was out of my life the better.

Aisa helped me with that greatly, the forgetting part.

It took us a week to button up the game A.I., now that the
parameters were correct it was almost easy, especially with Aisa’s help, she
was brilliant, and afterwards we chose the next project together.  I also
decided although it sounded good to me, we couldn’t do nothing but sit inside,
talk, and screw for the rest of our lives.  I knew from all our talking
about it, she’d come to Chicago to get away from living a secluded life. 
Despite being in the heart of Chicago, staying in every night was the same kind
of isolation, so I started to take her out a new place every night.

We went to the Chicago Field Museum, Museum of Science and
Industry, navy pier, Shedd Aquarium, and other tourist traps during the day,
taking a few days off that week, as well as simply eating out, or going to a
local pub to enjoy a band and dance at night.  It was even fun for me, she
was always excited to see new things, and that somehow made it all seem new,
and then at the end of the night she was always extremely appreciative.

She was always very submissive in bed, almost a different
person.  She liked to follow my lead and was up to try anything twice,
just in case she liked it the second time.  She explained it turned her on
to give pleasure, and to be the vessel of my pleasure.  I couldn’t really
argue with that because she always had multiple explosive orgasms when we were
together, I understood the concept of giving to get, and I could see where
being submissive was the ultimate example of that.  

I felt the same way about making sure she was taken care of,
it made it better for me when she writhed and trembled in ecstasy against
me.  I also didn’t mind taking the lead.

Obviously we couldn’t afford to go out every night, even
with both of us earning extra credits, so after our third week together of
doing as much as we could, we decided to make a date night.  She was
amazing, and really, everything I wanted and didn’t know I had wanted all
rolled up into one.

The ugliness of my divorce popped up again, my lawyer
indicated we’d both signed, the accounts and holdings had been listed and
split, and now all that remained was going before a judge.  He assured me
it should be fast, a quick in and out of court with a rubber stamp, with both
of us agreeing on a divorce settlement there should be nothing at all to argue
about after all.

The date was set for two months from now and I did the best
I could to put it behind me, again, Aisa helped with that, a lot.

I was very much in love with her, I could even admit that to
myself without panicking during that fourth week, we were together almost
constantly, working, sleeping, eating, fucking, and playing.  The
honeymoon phase seemed to just get stronger as I fell further under the spell
of her presence.  We also went out Friday night to eat and then to a
concert.  Everything was perfect… we were compatible in so many ways, yet
still different enough that it made life spicy, and I was too stupid to see it
was about to all go balls up.

We’d just put another job to bed a couple of days later, and
were in the kitchen cooking up a chicken and rice dish, when I wrapped my arms
around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

She laughed, “Behave, if your good we can do that after
dinner.”

I snickered and quipped, “Geeze, a month together and your
freezing me out already.”

She stiffened under my arms when I said that, so I let her
go and took a step back.  She’d never done that before.

“What’s wrong love?” I asked in a confused voice.

She sighed, “A month since we met in that bar, in just a couple
of hours.  I’d… I just haven’t thought about it.  I haven’t let
myself think about it.”

She turned and kissed me softly, there was a tinge of
desperation in that kiss, and she said a little sadly, “I love you too, and I’m
sorry… we’ll talk over dinner, there something… I need to tell you.”

I frowned, now thoroughly confused.  I didn’t question
her though, her change in attitude was freaking me out a little, and I wasn’t
sure I even wanted to know.  Was she leaving, did she hide something from
me… what?  All the different ideas that went through my head were bad
ones, so I helped her finish up dinner.

For the first time since we’d met, the silence between us
was
not
comfortable, and I really hated that.  It put me on edge
and it felt like someone was squeezing my heart in their fist.  I took a
deep breath and tried to really think.  I realized I was probably
overreacting, she had said she loved me, and kissed me, so she didn’t want to
leave.

She must have just thought whatever she had to tell me would
make me want her to leave.  I was fairly sure that wasn’t going to happen,
if my friends had told me I was whipped I’d have just smiled and agreed. 
Still, the silence was awkward, but I could deal with it until I heard what was
going on.  She looked like she was trying not to cry, but surely it
couldn’t be as bad as she was making it out to be, could it?

I couldn’t think of anything that she could tell me that
would drive me away.  I was pretty stubborn, and a man of my word, after
all, I’d managed to stay with that bitch Marilynn for ten years and she was the
one that had left me in the end.

I set the table when she pulled the food out of the oven,
and we sat down and ate.  It was really good, but I could barely taste
it.  I thought waiting in this tense silence had to be worse than whatever
she had to say, so I nudged her.

“Aisa, what’s going on?”

She looked at me with those piercing green eyes, but this
time there was a sheen of tears in them.

She said, “Alright, but please don’t hate me… I love you and
don’t think I could…”

She shook her head, “Everything I’ve told you is the truth,
I just left a lot out of it.  I didn’t intend to fall in love with you, it
never even occurred to me as a possibility, but I did track you down, and
choose you because I wanted to work with you.  It was my choice, and no
one else’s.”

She asked, “Have you heard of James Ellings?”

I frowned wondering what that had to do with any of this,
“The name sounds familiar,” I looked up as I recalled who he was, “I know he
was lauded in A.I. advancements about twenty-five years ago, and then he
disappeared off the map with a boatload of credits and became a recluse.”

She nodded in agreement, “He’s my father.  He didn’t
just become a recluse, as he took the credits to start working on a next generation
of A.I.s.  He believed A.I.s could never truly understand emotion as they
were, and because of that could never truly emerge as independent beings with
their own wants and needs.”

I was so lost, but I asked, “Why did he believe that?”

She frowned, “Because emotions are more than intellectual,
he believed it wasn’t so much the limitations of a quantum mind, but the lack
of a body.  Fear for instance, when you’re afraid, adrenaline is pumped
into the body, it can galvanize you to action or freeze your muscles. 
Make your heart race or feel like it’s being squeezed.  Love, pleasure,
and lust are tied to the release of endorphins, and other chemical reactions in
the body.  Attraction or repulsiveness is partially tied to pheromones. 

“Ambition and the need to be more than yourself is tied to
the rush and satisfaction of victory.  Those reactions can’t be felt by
code running in an artificial body.  Perhaps a small shadow of the true
feeling, but not even close.  He believed this is what prevented true
emergence in an A.I.”

I’m sure anyone reading my memoirs will have caught on by
now, but I was still a besotted idiot in that moment and scared I was about to
lose the woman I loved, and I didn’t see where she was going with this at all.

She added, “Needless to say, I led a very sheltered life
with my father in the middle of nowhere.  It actually took some convincing
to get him to allow me to leave, but I was… suffering, I wanted more out of
life.  So I ran a web search and found you, then made a deal with my
father.”

I frowned, wasn’t she an adult?  What kind of sick
bastard locks up their kid until twenty-two?

I said angrily, “What kind of deal?”

She looked reluctant for a moment, then and said sadly, “A
month trial in the real world, if it worked out, I could stay with the person I
chose, if it didn’t, either on my side or yours, I’d have to go home.”