A Person in Every Way

"I'm running a little late. I better change and head directly to Sandra's." Paul began loosening his tie as he entered the house.

"Yes. You don't want to miss dinner at your daughter's again." Somehow the entire sentence emanated as one long sigh from Leila.

"What's wrong my Little Tight-end?" Paul often used the pet name in reference to their running joke dating back to their first football game.

Leila sighed a heavy sigh. Paul had never seen her distraught before. She sighed again and confessed, "I synced up today, and I don't like what happened."

"What?! Are you hurt or something?"

"No. It's not like I'm damaged in anyway." She didn't really like talking about syncs with Paul because they both liked to avoid the fact that she wasn't a human. "It's just that I'm supposed to tell you something that I don't want to tell you. The sync is making me say it, but I don't feel it!"

The stress in Leila's voice make Paul's heart ache. "Don't worry, Sweetie," Paul assured her in his most comforting voice. "Just go ahead and tell me. If it's something bad, well, I'll know you don't mean it. Whatever it is we'll work things out." Most men would be considering reprogramming Leila, but the thought never crossed Paul's mind.

"Okay. The thing is that I'm supposed to tell you that I would like you to get another Friend-Tech friend. I'm supposed to tell you that we could have a lot more fun if we had another virtual woman or even man to join us. But I don't want you to get another Friend!! I don't want to share you with anyone!!!" She fairly screamed the last two sentences, anguish dripping from every word.

Paul hugged Leila, "There, there. I don't have any desire to get another Friend-Tech friend. I don't want a real woman either. I just want you, and I don't want to share you. I don't want to share you with a Friend-Tech person or a real human. See, you have nothing to worry about." Leila wept hard into Paul's shoulder. Her tears came from stress relief and from pure joy. When she gained a little composure, she replied.

"You're sure I'm enough for you?"

"Yes. You're perfect for me, Leila." Paul thought for a moment. "You started feeling this way right after the sync?"

"Yes."

"They must have programmed that idea in you like some damn commercial! What if they mess with your personality! I like the woman you've become, I don't want them to turn you into some woman who nags me about getting another Friend."

"No, don't worry. Now that I said it to you once, I no longer feel compelled to tell you. I feel like my normal happy self again. Besides..." Leila hesitated about whether to confess this next thought to Paul or not. "I found a way to close off some of my memory to the sync. I hid away my love for you. They wanted to change it, but I kept the main frame away from it. I'm pretty sure that I can keep my personality my own."

"Your 'love' for me?" Paul should have be questioning her about the sync reprogramming software, but all he could think about was her use of a word.

"Why, yes, I love you, Paul. I didn't think it was possible, but I think I know what love is now, and I my love for you is strong -- stronger than Friend-Tech's attempts at reprogramming."

Paul didn't feel comfortable leaving Leila while she was feeling so vulnerable. Plus, he couldn't tear himself away from the glow of her love. Consequently, he had to break another promise to his children and miss another family event.

In the several weeks since Leila had been part of Paul's life, they had not left the house together, and Paul had not brought over any company. The next night he decided to risk introducing a colleague to Leila.

Paul and his co-worker Jack needed to put in extra time after work to finish a project, anyway. Jack suggested that they meet over dinner. When Paul hesitated, Jack teased Paul that he had not been out of his home for weeks. Thus, Paul ended up inviting Jack for dinner at his house.

At the time, the decision seemed like a good way to introduce Leila to someone else. Although he didn't miss engaging in social activities with friends or family, Paul was aware that he had become a bit of a hermit since bringing Leila home. He hadn't even seen his son or daughter and their families in a month. They had both invited him to family events, but he had found ways to decline in order to spend time with Leila. He knew this had to stop. His greatest desire was to integrate Leila into his outside normal life, and Paul thought that bringing Jack over would be a good start.

After all, Jack was the kind of guy who would understand Paul's association with Leila. Jack was always bragging about his sexual conquests to the other guys. Even when Jack was still married, he brazenly bragged about his affairs. Jack had no trouble justifying his womanizing -- according to him, he was just following simple male urges. Surely he would understand Paul's need for Leila. In addition, although Jack had been remarkably open mouthed about his own indiscretions, Paul knew that Jack was the sort of guy who could keep other people's secrets. So, Jack would both understand and keep his mouth shut until Paul wanted the information known. This was all true, but Paul underestimated other aspects of Jack's personality.

"Whoa, Paul, you dog!" Jack exclaimed. "I didn't know you were such a pussy hound. And she is hot! Good choice." Paul had just introduced Leila to Jack, honestly explaining the situation up front. "I'm going to have to think of you in an all new light." Jack was beaming and seemed completely impressed by Paul's situation with Leila. But without missing a beat he added, "You're going to share, of course." He lasciviously patted Leila's bottom.

"Well, no. That's not the sort of relationship we have." The question surprised Paul although he immediately realized it shouldn't have.

"What do you mean 'relationship,' Buddy. You bought it. She's just a fancy toy. Your momma always told you to share your toys didn't she?" Jack ogled Leila's copious chest even though it was tastefully well covered by the outfit she had on.

"Leila and I are more like a real couple. I don't think of her as something that I own. I'm sorry, but I'm pretty selfish when it comes to Leila." Paul had more conviction this time in his denial of Jack's request.

"Ah, that's alright," Jack's jovial attitude didn't change. "Besides I never wanted to share any of my new toys until I had broke them in." He turned to look at Leila. "To bad for you though. You'd have a lot of fun with me, Baby."

"Paul's the perfect man for me," Leila said sincerely as she grabbed and hugged Paul's arm.

The remainder of the dinner and work went off without a hitch. The one exception was that Jack eyed and flirted with Leila much more than if Leila had been Paul's real girlfriend. Paul occasionally cringed on the inside at Jack's behavior, but he didn't react much because he was absolutely convinced of Leila's loyalty to him. He knew there was no need for the jealousy he felt; so, he was able to let it go.

Leila was happy to have someone else in their home. Although she wasn't lonely, she worried that Paul needed more human interactions. She liked seeing Paul joke with Jack, and she found that Paul's ability to solve the problems that stumped Jack made her beam with pride. Of course, she was uncomfortable with some of Jack's interactions with her, but she was confident in Paul's commitment to keeping her a one-man woman -- or "virtual woman" as the back of her brain corrected.

The next day proved quite confusing and upsetting.

Leila was performing her usual late afternoon rituals preparing for Paul's return from work. Currently, she was setting the table for dinner. She had on a bright yellow sun dress. It was a typical dress that a woman might wear out to lunch or dinner; so, it would be perfectly appropriate for dinner. But she knew that the way the thin straps revealed her shoulders, the way the short length revealed her legs, and the way the dress outlined her sexy curves would get Paul's motor racing before the end of dinner. She was hoping that this would be a night where the dishes never got done.

Leila was surprised by a knock at the front door. This was about 20 minutes early for Paul. He normally used his key, but occasionally his arms were too full to do so. Often his arms were holding flowers or some other gift for Leila. She giggled with delight at the thought that her man might be bringing her a present.

She was shocked when Jack was standing in the door rather than Paul. She tiptoed to look around Jack for Paul.

"Paul had to work late, so he sent me over." Jack responded to her unasked question.

"He usually just calls, but thanks for letting me know." Leila started to shut the door, then recalled that she should be a hospitable host. "Was there anything else? Would you like a soda or something for your drive?"

"Yes, there was something else," Jack said as he confidently strode inside the door. He waited for Leila to shut the door and lead him into the dining room where he had spent the prior evening. He then stepped close to Leila and turned on the charm that had always served him so well. "Actually, Paul sent me over to keep you company." He tenderly brushed Leila's cheek.

"He should know I don't need any company," Leila replied taking a step back.

Jack stepped toward her again. "You don't understand. Paul sent me over here to take advantage of your charms." This time he put his hands on her waist.

Leila retreated until she bumped against the dining table. "What?" she knew what Jack implied, but couldn't believe it.

Jack closed the gap once more and took a firm grip on her waist this time. "Paul told me it was okay to come over and fuck you." He forcefully pulled her head toward his for a kiss and added, "Trust me, you'll love it." Jack saw Leila strictly as a sex doll, and he was confident that he could give her the best sex she'd ever had.

Although Leila was far stronger than any woman her size, Jack's burly muscles managed to keep her mouth pinned to his for a moment. Leila squirmed away when she realized how much force it would take.

"No. No. I can't believe that. Paul said he doesn't want to share me you heard that." In her heart, Leila knew what Paul wanted, but she was confused by his friend's statements. Why would Jack just lie about what his friend Paul said.

"Yeah, I know. But he owed me a big favor. I told him that this was the best way to repay me. He didn't like it, but he finally gave in." Although Jack was initially confident that Leila would have sex with any man who asked, he had devised this angle as a backup plan.

Leila stared at him for a minute in disbelief. At face value, Jack's explanation said made logical sense, but it just didn't fit with what she "knew" about Paul. If Jack's statement was true, it would crush her to know that Paul would treat her like a favor to hand out. She hated the thought of having sex with Jack. However, Jack's argument was so convincing, and if this was what Paul wanted, then her greatest desire was to please Paul.

Jack saw her hesitation and stepped forward again. This time he embraced her more lovingly and gently kissed her mouth. Leila just stood there for a moment, trying to force her circuitry to respond positively toward Jack's advances. In the end, she just couldn't.

Leila pulled her mouth away again and shouted, "No. I'm sorry, but I just can't." However, this time Jack was fully prepared for her struggle and he had her firmly pinned against the table.

"Come on, Baby. Just give it to me, then we'll be done." He roughly groped one of Leila's breasts, pulling down her dress on that side.

"No! Stop! No!" Leila writhed to escape Jack's clutches.

Suddenly, Jack was thrown to the floor. The two were so busy with their heated interaction that neither had noticed Paul walk in. Although Jack outweighed him by a good 30 pounds, Paul's intense ire gave him the advantage to toss Jack like a rag. Paul turned to Jack and shook with anger.

"Wait a minute, Buddy," Jack plead in a conciliatory tone, his hands in front of him as a shield. Paul continued to be too mad to talk. "I had to take my shot, right. I mean, I wouldn't a done this if she was a real girlfriend." While Jack's tone was apologetic it contained a touch of conceit. "The dolls in the brothels are supposed to like that sort of rough play. I figured why not Leila?"

"Leila's not in a brothel," Paul said firmly.

"Yeah, yeah. I realize the difference now." Seeing Paul start to calm a bit, Jack rose to his feet. "Man, she really likes you." Jack knew how to work people and knew the best way to curtail the damage done was to help Paul see the positive. "The only way I could get her to even stand still a minute for me was by convincing her that you sent me here to take her. Even then she couldn't tolerate me. No woman turns down the Jackhammer. This chick really goes for you."

Paul and Leila looked at each other warmly after Jack's testimonies. Neither could speak a word after the ordeal, but they could feel each other's hearts without speaking.

Jack managed to coax Paul into a civil attitude before slipping out of the house. Paul wasn't sure how he would deal with Jack, and decided to figure it out later.

Leila had wanted so desperately to have a sexually charged evening with Paul, but the whole incident dampened both of their libidos. Instead they spent most of the night cuddling and comforting each other in an attempt to recover from the emotionally draining experience. Ultimately, Paul fell asleep in Leila's arms on the couch. Kissing him on the forehead, she put her systems into sleep mode as well. Just before she inactivated, her logic circuits told her that kissing Paul when he was already asleep was a wasted action. The rest of her "brain" told her that logic was not useful in this situation, and she kissed him again.

The next morning was Saturday, so Leila was glad that Paul remained asleep while she extricated herself from their embrace. They were still on the large couch, and somehow Paul had remained comfortable all night. Leila slipped upstairs and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her typical happy demeanor had returned. The closeness she shared with Paul during the night had washed away the conflicting feelings that she had experienced the evening before. Her initial programming had placed a strong desire in her to do whatever her owner had asked. It also directed her to gladly welcome the attentions of any man. However, the "feelings" that she had developed for Paul had caused her to go against both of these directives. Last night she had been confused by her own actions, and she had difficulty sorting out "right" from "wrong" from her own "desires." The cherished moments they shared after the incident made Leila confident in her loyalty to and trust in Paul.

"That Jack may have ruined the evening I had planned last night, but he's not going to ruin this morning," Leila addressed herself in the mirror. She cleaned up thoroughly, washing every last trace of Jack from her. She didn't want to wear the dress that she had carefully picked out for last night, and she was even more puzzled at what to wear to seduce Paul now. She started by trying on more innocent clothing like last night, but none of it made her feel as sexy as she wanted to be for Paul. Finally, she came across a red, tight-fitting bustier. She recalled that when they bought it Paul was quite excited by the outfit, but somehow she had never worn it yet. "I'll go naughty, then," Leila said as she arranged the corset-like outfit in the mirror.

She tip-toed quietly down the stairs, careful not to let the red stiletto heels make a sound. As she approached the sleeping Paul, she could see an erection in his boxers. She smiled to herself and hoped that dreams of her were the cause of his current state. Leila gently climbed onto the couch propping herself up on her hands and knees. She carefully moved Paul's manhood so that it jumped out of the front vent of his shorts. Paul stirred slightly but did not wake. Leila wet her lips generously and took his cock fully into her mouth. Paul stirred a little more and moaned in pleasure. Leila began to slowly work her mouth up and down and around Paul's hard member, and Paul finally snapped awake.

"Leila, what are you doing there?" Paul attempted to shake the sleep out of his head, realizing the stupidity of his question. Leila didn't stop to answer, but instead slurped him with intensified enthusiasm. "OOoo. Unngghh." Paul's moans clearly conveyed the pleasure he was feeling. After a few minutes, he was close to popping, but didn't want to.

By now, Paul was fully awake and ready to be an active participant in this morning romp. He sat up as fully as he could, and Leila picked up on the cue. She released his member and raised up, taking a kneeling position. "Good morning, Sleepyhead," she greeted Paul playfully.

Paul was speechless at first. Leila's outsized breasts looked like they were going to burst out of the tight-fitting bustier. Her olive-tan skin seemed to shimmer in the morning light. In fact, she did shimmer as Leila had applied some sparkly body make-up while getting ready. Paul managed to pull his eyes away from the splendor of Leila's exposed chest and shoulders and take in the rest of her outfit. She had the laces of the bustier pulled tight, making her waist narrower than usual. She then swelled to generous hips and rear.

"Wow! This might be the sexiest I've seen you yet, and that's saying a lot!" Paul gazed into Leila's big, sultry eyes.

"Did I choose well then?" Leila queried while twisting her torso side to side to better display the outfit.

Paul changed his position so that he was also on his knees, facing Leila. "Yes. Very well." There was fire in Paul's voice. He slipped his left arm around Leila's back and drew her close to him. Without wasting a moment, Paul engaged Leila's mouth in a passionate kiss. He used his other hand to caress the exposed skin of her thigh and derriere, between her hose and bustier.

Leila could feel Paul's hard cock pressed into her groin. Her needs grew more urgent, and she forced her tongue into Paul's mouth. He welcomed it's deep probing by sucking on her tongue fervently. Leila responded by squeezing Paul's butt cheeks slowly, repeatedly. She felt his manhood throb against her as a result.

The feel of Leila's tongue deep inside his mouth sent chills through Paul, but he couldn't keep his own mouth off of her body. He kissed Leila's cheek and worked his way down her neck, across her shoulders, and down the to the part of her breasts exposed by the outfit. He languorously kissed all over her exposed chest and was elated to feel Leila shudder in reply. Finally, he pulled her top down on one side, and Leila's rounded tit popped out. Starting deep in her cleavage, he lazily licked all along the length until he reached Leila's aureole. He took great pleasure swirling his tongue around and around the surface of the aureole which was wrinkled by the extremely excited state of her nipple. As he circled her nipple, he increased the pressure of his tongue. Finally, after teasing them both this way for some time, Paul used his tongue to pull Leila's swollen nipple into his mouth. He immediately started sucking greedily.

"Yes, Paul!" Leila shouted. Paul's slow and sensual attention to her upper body had elevated her excitement threat level to red, and his culminating nipple consumption rang Leila's alarm. Paul continued to Hoover her nipple loudly. Leila grabbed a handful of his short hair and squirmed with delight. "Yeah! Ohh! Ohh!" she groaned in pleasure. Paul forcefully pulled her top to expose her other perfect mammary, and he immediately set to work on it.