A Person in Every Way

No man had ever kissed her with such caring and, dare she think it, loving. This was what Leila had always wanted and never experienced. When Paul's tongue finally parted her lips, she was so eager for its presence that she sucked his tongue in readily to romp with hers.

As Paul's tongue danced with Leila's deep inside her mouth, his nervousness entirely disappeared, and a swelling between his legs rapidly grew. Leila kissed him with a passion that he had never felt before. Gawd! He wanted all of her. Needed her! But there was no way that he was going to ruin her opinion of him by treating her like a plaything. He stroked the skin of her back exposed between the halter top and hip-hugging pantaloons. She had a delightfully sexy narrowing at her waist and a smooth yet muscular-feeling back.

Leila responded by raising up a little and thrusting her tongue deep inside Paul's mouth. She wanted him to know that she was enjoying it as much as him and that he should proceed further. This was the first time that Leila had ever used this bit of programming because every other man had just thrown themselves on her with no tact or caring whatsoever.

Paul picked up on Leila's signal, without even knowing it. He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her all over her face. Then he kissed his way down her neck and onto the bared flesh of her chest. "Oh Yes! Paul!" Leila encouraged loudly, knowing that verbal encouragement would likely be appreciated at this time.

The loudness of Leila's voice startled Paul. Suddenly self-conscious of what he was doing inside an electronics store, he pulled back. Realizing the cause of Paul's hesitation, Leila reassured him in a husky voice, "Don't worry. Sound proof room remember?"

Recalling that she was right, Paul immediately turned his attention back to Leila's chest. This time he brought his hands up to cup the outside of her massive breasts. Their weight in his hands turned him on even more than he already was. He continued to kiss the exposed skin, then guided his mouth onto the thin material covering her breasts. Leila responded with a satisfied, "MMMMmmmmm." As he gently stroked the edges of her globes, he kissed one breast then the other, gradually working his way toward her nipples. After slowly building the expectation this way, his lips finally contacted a large, erect nipple through the thin cloth.

Burning with passion now, he hungrily pulled her nipple into his mouth. Leila responded verbally with a loud, "Yes, Paul! Suck my tits! Suck 'em, Baby!!" Physically, Leila's nipple hardened and enlarged even more. Paul greedily sucked first one then the other nipple for all he was worth, soaking the cloth covering them in the process. As he started to move back the first nipple, Leila pulled down her top, releasing her massive breast on that side.

Paul paused momentarily to take in the wonderful view that Leila had provided. Although he could enjoy such a beautiful view all day, he was too excited to keep his mouth off of her for long. He traced the outside of her aureole with his tongue. Leila moaned in approval. He used his tongue to roll her firm nipple against his upper lip, reveling in the feel of it. More encouraging moans came from Leila. Finally, Paul grabbed her large mammary with both hands and fed himself her breast, again sucking like his life depended on it. Half grunting, half talking Leila exclaimed, "NNnnYesss! NnnYesss!"

Paul had always fantasized about delighting in the bounty of a huge-chested woman, but he had never had the opportunity until now. Add in the fact that this woman seemed to enjoy his attentions as much as he did, and this reality far exceeded his fantasies. The intense eroticism of this woman had him so excited that he worried that he would cum before he ever removed his pants.

Remove my pants?! Paul suddenly realized that he was ready to have sex inside an electronics store. He jumped back from Leila feeling slightly terrified about what he was about to do with this -- well, she wasn't even really a woman.

Dismayed, Leila wasn't exactly sure how to respond at first. She had never had a man stop so abruptly once he had started getting physically intimate with her. In fact, this possibility wasn't even programmed into Leila's codes. However, she was sophisticated enough to work toward a solution.

"What's wrong?" she sounded like scolded child who was in trouble but didn't know what they had done to deserve it.

"I, uh. Uhhh." Paul wasn't even sure himself.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no. No. No. You've done absolutely everything right." Looking into her seductive eyes, Paul was already beginning to think he had erred in halting their intimacy. "It's just that I feel awfully weird doing this in the middle of a store. It doesn't feel right to do it here."

Leila knew how to handle this now, and she stood up and faced Paul. She removed her top, revealing the two biggest, most perfect tits that Paul had ever seen. "I understand your feelings, Paul, and you're sweet for feeling that way." Paul was so transfixed by her breasts that he could hardly process what she was saying. Leila placed her hands on her hips and continued. "But that's the entire point of meeting me in this locked, sound-proof room. You're supposed to have sex with me. That's what the store wants for all the customers they bring in here." In one rapid move, Leila ripped off her pants, which were held on with Velcro. Now completely nude except for heels, she let Paul take in the view of her neatly trimmed bush and hanging labia, then she added in her most seductive tone. "To be honest, among all those guys, you are the first one who I really want to have sex with."

Paul had to close his mouth to make sure his tongue didn't hang out. As he drank in the full view of this magnificent woman, Paul finally knew why people sometimes used the phrase "being intoxicated" by the opposite sex. His mind was numbed with euphoria as if he had drunk too much. Leila was a flawless example of his ideal woman. Just below her outsized chest, she tapered to narrow waist which then curved out to wide hips. Seeing where his attention was, Leila executed a graceful turn to display her full, rounded booty. In the back of his mind, Paul knew this perfection was man-made, but he had committed to living in the moment -- to enjoying Leila as a woman, not a virtual woman. When Leila turned to face him once again, Paul was completely enchanted by her.

Paul rose from the couch and quickly shed his shirt and pants. He took a step toward Leila, and looked her up and down again from this vantage. His boxers were tented by the biggest hard-on he'd managed in 30 years. Leila smiled at it in approval. Both of their chests heaved in anticipation. Paul took another step and enveloped her with his arms. He just held her for a moment, enjoying the feel of her head on his shoulder and her slim waist in his hands. Then he hungrily devoured her luscious mouth. Every passionate movement of his lips and tongue were matched by Leila, and with equal fervor. His hands ran up and down the length of her back, stimulating both of them in the process. Eventually, he caressed her plentiful, curvalicious rear. Paul's hunger for Leila seemed insatiable. Firmly grabbing her ass, Paul pulled Leila even closer to him, as if he was trying to get them to merge into one being. Panting heavily, he broke off his kiss and simply held his head against hers for a breather.

While they were kissing, Leila could feel Paul's manhood throbbing against her waistline. Every inch of her wanted his cock, wanted to feel it as it came inside of her. When Paul pulled his mouth from hers, Leila reached inside his boxers to squeeze his ass as firmly as he was squeezing hers. Paul's panting turned into groaning, and she knew she was heading in the right direction. She slid one hand in between their bodies and wrapped it around his swollen member. She then squeezed firmly, yet gently. "Oohhhnnnggg!" Paul moaned loudly. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she knew it was time.

Leila slid Paul's shorts down to his ankles, and he stepped out. After rising, she kissed him sweetly on the lips, and stepped around him to lie on the couch. Paul turned to face her, and she spread her legs wide, revealing glistening wet labia. "Fuck me now, Paul. Fuck me, please!" she implored.

Paul moved toward her, but between panting breaths he admitted, "I'm so turned on, it won't take me long to cum." Leila realized that he wanted to please her as well, and that made the warmth in her "heart" and wetness between her legs increase.

"That's alright. This time is for you." She grabbed one of his hands to pull him on top of her and added, "Next time will be for me."

Convinced and barely able to contain his passion, Paul got on the couch between her legs. Paul paused momentarily to drink in the view of this splendid creature. Her long legs, wide hips, large labia surrounding a wet, divine love tunnel, slender waist, tight tummy, marvelous tits, and truly the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Slowly, he lowered himself onto Leila. As he looked Leila in the eyes, his swollen cock seemed to find its own way the gates of Leila's treasure. He pushed gently and her wet lips parted easily for him. As the head of his cock began to penetrate past her inner labia, it seemed as if he was swept in as by a tide. They both gasped in pleasure as he was suddenly half way in. Impossibly, Leila's face became even more sensual as she moaned sexily, "Yeeesssss! That's what I neeeed." She then wrapped her arms around his back and arched her pelvis to make Paul's cock penetrate deeper. Paul thrust forward, and suddenly the entire length of his manhood was buried in Leila.

"Oh! Gaawwwd!" Paul yelled out. Paul gulped in an attempt to hold back the inevitable. As he began slowly sliding his cock out until only the head was in Leila and back in again, he couldn't believe how exquisite the velvety walls of Leila's vagina felt on his cock. No woman he had been with could even compare to this current experience. In reality, he was right. One hundred pressure sensors in Leila's vaginal area controlled an equal number of small pressure delivery systems to insure maximum stimulation custom designed for Paul.

Leila knew that Paul was at his peak level of excitement. She wanted him to cum now while he was high on this wave. "Oh, Paul!! That's so good!! Yes, give it to me! I want all of you!!" She began biting him lightly all over his chest and shoulders and neck. Her actions were accompanied by grunting that conveyed a combination of pleasure and wanton desire. This caused Paul to lose all control.

Paul began pumping Leila as hard as he could. "Yeah!! Fuck me harder!!" Leila screamed. As he slammed into Leila, he could see her heavy tits jiggle with each of his strokes. Jiggle... Jiggle... Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle Jiggle Jiggle-Jiggle-JiggleJigglejigglejiggle.

"Aaaahhhh." Paul moaned as his entire body convulsed, focusing every bit of its effort to pump his juice into Leila. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure pulsed through his body. He grabbed Leila's tits in an attempt to ground himself as his orgasm threatened to wash him away. Before his climax could subside, Leila's pussy began pulsing, and she let out her own moans of pleasure as she came in her own tremendous orgasm. Miraculously, Leila's response coaxed more juice out of Paul, extending his climax impossibly long.

Finally, their orgasms began to subside, and Paul collapsed onto Leila. He was absolutely spent. After a few moments, he elevated himself enough to warmly kiss Leila on the lips. "Leila, that was truly wonderful. Thank you." He kissed her over and over.

"Thank you, Paul. I'm glad you're pleased, but it was magnificent for me too." Paul briefly considered the true "feelings" of such a statement from a virtual woman but quickly decided he didn't care. What man knows the true feelings of any woman?

Paul squinted as he stepped out of the darkened sound room and into the glare of the main store. The Salesman immediately lifted his head and gave Paul an inquisitive look. "How much are we talking here?" Paul asked without hesitation.

"Right to business, eh? I like that." The Salesman showed Paul a price range on a form and clarified. "It'll depend on exactly which model you choose, but they're all worth it."

The size of the numbers caused Paul's breath to catch short. "That's the cost of really nice cars."

"The technology of a Friend-Tech friend is more complex than a car. When you consider the sophistication of the tech your getting here those prices are highly reasonable." The Salesman snickered, "And when was the last time that you had that much fun with a car?"

Paul could appreciate how much technology went into producing a work of art like Leila. His face showed that the numbers no longer shocked him, and the Salesman reacted.

"Tell you what, Paul. Why don't we get on the electronic catalog and you can select a couple of models. Then you can see what the actual cost would be."

"No." Paul said flatly. "How much for Leila?"

"Well there are a couple models similar to her." The Salesman began clicking through various screens.

"I don't want a similar model. How much for Leila?" The Salesman had never heard Paul speak with such forcefulness.

"If I sell her, I won't have a floor model." The Salesman knew that would only be for a day, but he tried to look sincere in his worry. "That's going to make sales difficult."

Paul wasn't buying the line. "Yes, but as a floor model, Leila is used. So, there should be some discount involved in buying a used item."

Paul was determined to have Leila and understood the economics quite well. Within no time, they had reached a number that Paul felt was fair. It would take the bulk of his non-retirement savings, and he'd still be paying on her for a year. However, the outrageous expense hardly fazed him as he opened the door to the room Leila was in.

"Are you ready? We're going home now." The spring in Paul's step was audible in his voice as well.

"Really?!" Leila seemed twice as happy as the elated Paul. She threw her arms around Paul hugging him tightly. He returned the embrace, and his face could have lightened the darkened room.

"Really." Paul whispered in her ear. "You're going to be well taken care of now."

Leila kissed his cheek as she ended the hug. "Well then, let's go."

Paul looked at Leila, illuminated by the fluorescent lamps of the store seeping through the door. She looked sexier than ever in a pair of ultra-short denim shorts and a tight tee-shirt that barely covered her navel. Leila's large, erect nipples were straining against the confinement of the top. "That's the most discreet clothing you have?" Before he went to negotiate with the Salesman, Paul had told Leila to get ready to leave the store.

"Besides the genie suit, the only other clothing I have is a satin red bustier with fish net stockings and garters."

"Okay then. First stop is a clothing store to buy you some outfits." Leila giggled with glee at Paul. She was programmed to love gifts and favors.

For most of the two plus hours they spent shopping for clothes, Paul and Leila had a grand time. They raised a few eyebrows at the pairing of the fairly nerdy Paul with the smoking hot Leila dressed like an auto parts calendar girl. But they avoided direct interaction with other people most of the time, and they laughed and joked, getting to know each other better by the moment. Enjoying each other's company more the more they became acquainted. The mood changed when they went to check out.

Paul set the large armful of clothes on the counter. The woman at the cash register first jovially remarked, "Whoa, that's a good load." Then she looked at Leila in her skimpy outfit and added, "But I guess you could use a few clothes, huh?"

"Yes, I could. These are the most appropriate clothes that I currently have." Leila responded honestly.

The unusual admission put the cashier on the alert. The disparity between Leila's and Paul's style of dress further confounded her. As the woman absentmindedly reached for the clothing, she eyed Leila scrupulously. Paul and Leila both grew uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute," the woman blurted with a look of shocked indignation on her face. "Are you one of them sex robots?"

Not yet knowing when to tell a white lie, Leila immediately responded, "I am a virtual friend, if that's what you mean."

"You are one of them sex robots." The woman turned to look at Paul. "You're disgusting." The venom in her voice could be heard throughout the store. "You're a pervert. I don't think I can sell these to you. Both of you just get out of here."

Paul was devastated by the woman's words, but he wasn't going to let the time spent shopping go to waste. In a soothing tone he responded, "Please, just ring up these clothes, and we'll be right out of here."

"No. Just leave." The woman pointed to the exit.

The commotion was attracting the attention of the store, but Paul stood his ground. Before Paul could formulate a reply, the store manager was at his side.

"What seems to be the problem?" The manager's pleasant question was addressed to Paul, but the saleswoman replied.

"This one is trying buy clothes for his sex robot here." Her finger pointed first at Paul then at Leila. "I told him we don't like this type of perversion here, but he refuses to leave."

The manager was empathetic to the woman's position and subconsciously took a step back from the creepy man beside her. However, she looked at the huge pile of clothes that he was trying to purchase and realized that this sale would go a long way toward making her numbers for the week.

"Listen, Nancy," there was cold steel in the manager's voice, "I'm not too happy about this either, but just ring them up as quickly as possible." She turned to Paul, "You'll be out of her immediately then, right?"

"Oh yes," Paul responded politely. "I just want to buy some clothes, then we'll be gone."

"Okay, good then." The manager nodded at Nancy, and Nancy began to ring up the sale. Leaning closer to Paul the manager added quietly, "I hope that you'll be polite enough not to put us through this sort of scene again?"

Insulted, hurt, and distraught, Paul was just glad to be on his way. He simply nodded a yes in response.

The incident at the clothing store made Paul dread the idea of going out in public with Leila again. Truth be told, he would have stayed at home with her for the first several days anyway. He had so much to learn, so much to discover, so much to enjoy.

Leila came with two charging mats -- one to slip over a chair to charge her battery while she was sitting and a small pad to recharge her through a single foot while in bed. Although there was no indication that the electrical field created by the charging pad was hazardous to humans, Friend-Tech designed the small out-of-the-way pad to reduce the risk of extended human contact with the charger while in bed.

Paul learned that Leila could eat and drink in small amounts. The food and drink did nothing to help her systems; Leila simply flushed the organic matter out of her system within hours. Friend-Tech had to devise mechanisms for the efficient removal and cleaning of ... other fluids from their virtual friends; so, the adaptation for social drinking and eating was a small task.

Regardless of the details, Paul and Leila came to thoroughly enjoy mealtimes together. Leila had a cup of coffee every morning while Paul ate breakfast, and she shared dinner with him every night. Paul was amazed at what an excellent cook Leila was. When she had insisted on making dinner for him the first evening, Paul was skeptical, but the first couple of bites quickly changed his mind. "Wow! Leila, this roasted chicken is so delicious, and the salad and vegetables are all so tasty." His astonishment was obvious from his tone.