An Artificial Life Ch. 02

I wandered back in my room, and plopped onto my bed. My mind filled with all of the events after I woke up late this afternoon. It was 11:30 pm, too early for me normally, but I found myself exhausted. The pace of events had been dizzying. At least I finally was able to spend some quality time sorting out issues and working on the beginnings of a plan with Ainsley.

I thought about Ainsley's report, and how she had managed to cram a lifetime's worth of learning and experience in such a short period. She had only spent a few hours interacting with Vanessa, but they had grown together, like sisters, I thought. Time in the real world must seem painfully slow to her.

I thought back on the day, and in all, I decided it had gone pretty well. I had learned a lot and spent some quality time getting to know more about Ainsley. I tried to organize the outline of my plans as a sort of review, but ideas floated away as soon as they appeared, carrying me with them as I fell asleep.

Cleaned Out

I woke with my hand filled with something soft and warm. I opened my eyes and found myself spooned into Ainsley with my arm wrapped around her and my hand cupping her breast. I also had intense morning wood, which was nestled firmly in the cleft of her ass. Awkward, I thought, but incredibly pleasant.

I tried to back my wood away from her, but she arched into me, grinding gently, more like a subtle swaying of her soft cheeks. And my boxers were wet. Wet and sticky.

At this realization, I clumsily backed away and rolled out of bed, blushing furiously at the realization I had filled my boxers with spunk at some point while I'd slept, and I'd slimed my jizz on Ainsley. I looked and could see shiny smears and dried patches of my cum on Ainsley's incredibly beautiful and naked ass.

"Ainsley, I am so sorry," I said. This was the most embarrassing situation I had ever been in, it went way beyond my gym shorts failure in ninth grade, when the knot untied during basketball and my jock strap was revealed to my class ("You should wash that thing, Jackson" - I could still hear the coach). I wanted to crawl under a rock then, and I wanted to crawl away now even more.

"Good morning, David," I heard as I scuttled into my bathroom and closed the door.

I rinsed out my boxers in the sink and threw them in my hamper. I'd need to do laundry soon, I noticed. I didn't have any experience sleeping with a woman, but I reasoned that this kind of thing happened all the time when a man slept with a woman. I didn't feel much like a man, though. I felt like a very embarrassed little boy.

It's not like Ainsley had forced me to roll over and grab her breast or grind my erection into her. No, I did that - but that happens, right? Maybe I had the wet dream before I rolled over and pressed against her. It's not like I had sex with her last night, I reasoned, I would have remembered that, right? My small brain took over, giving me excuse after excuse to help me feel better.

I got in the shower, and warmth and steam cascaded about my head as I looked down at my feet trapping the droplets, which pooled and ran towards the drain. My mind would not let me forget the glisten of my cum on Ainsley's behind, and my arousal made itself known. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, urging myself to feel the calming sensation of water and steam.

I felt Ainsley step in the shower behind me and slide her naked body against my backside. I could feel her breasts below my shoulder blades, and her hands brushing against my side. "I seem to require a shower this morning, David," she said as she slid her hands across my abdomen and brought them to rest on my chest, pulling herself closer into me. I could feel her thighs on my legs and her soft abdomen on my ass. My breath caught momentarily and resumed.

She grabbed some soap and, lathering it in her hands, began scrubbing my chest and soft abs, occasionally brushing the head of my penis as it bobbed about at full mast, causing it to flex and causing me to breathe in tension suddenly and quickly before reversing and exhaling relief.

She paid attention to my groin, soaping it up and rinsing me off. She soaped up my shoulders and down my arms, resting her hands on my hips before she began an upward turn. She ran her hands under my arms, and I raised them as she lathered my armpits. She was gentle but thorough, methodically cleaning my front torso and rounding to my backside, where she rubbed my neck and shoulders before working her way radially down my spine, rubbing me and pressing me forward so that I had to extend my arms and steady myself against the shower wall.

As she got to the base of my spine, she knelt down but did not stop, pressing a hand into the valley of my ass and gently but firmly continued her cleaning. I relaxed and spread my legs slightly, giving her access. I felt her brush over my anus, and I resisted the urge to tense up, allowing her to continue her exploration as my heart pounded in my chest. She slid forward, circling her fingers across my perineum, and rested a cupped palm on my balls before allowing her other hand to reach around my hip and join the first. I was so hard I felt light headed from the loss of blood.

Once her hands met, they separated and she slid her palms around and down my left leg, thoroughly massaging the front and back sides of my leg from my thigh to my foot. She changed legs and began on my right foot and slowly traveled her way up with both hands, finishing by gently scrubbing and massaging my inner thighs. Her movements were so sensual and gentle that I kept silent in order to preserve the beauty of the moment and the devout attention she lavishly gave to my flesh.

She moved her hands to my hips, and rose up, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me into her once again. With her body melded to mine she slid her hands down and began massaging my rigid penis lovingly, dancing her fingers along its length, until she wrapped it carefully, with one hand at the base and the other encircling and caressing the head. I heard my pulse in my ears as my erection throbbed and strained against her hands.

The muscles in my arms started quivering and my legs tensed as every nerve ending I possessed migrated its way through my body and into my desperate manhood. I could feel tingling on my scalp, the caress of her breasts against my back, and the warmth of her thighs pressed against me.

Her hands continued to undulate as her feather light grip on my penis rippled through me, blotting out all sound and destroying my sense of space and time. Every fiber in me tensed up: and then it happened. Her grip shifted my shaft forward slightly and her hands enveloped me. I bellowed out my release as I pulsed rope after rope of cum against the shower wall, praying that I could maintain my tenuous hold on consciousness while I rode out my orgasm. She stroked me gently with one hand and allowed the other to ride up and press at my chest, helping to stabilize and support me as I came down from my high.

As my breathing returned to a more normal pace and my heart stopped beating outside of my body and settled back into my chest, she brought her other hand up, and joining the first, she completed her hold on me, tightening her embrace. I steadied my stance, and placed my hands firmly on top of hers over my heart. The water and steam continued their dance among us as I savored the calm that flowed through me and around me.

"It would appear that you are now all cleaned up," she said gently. I sensed that she was very pleased with herself. More like all cleaned out, my shrunken little brain smiled deliriously.

"Why don't you dry off and get dressed while I finish here and join you in the living room?" She stated lyrically.

I would have stayed there forever, but that was not her desire. "Okay, Ainsley. Thank you for helping me shower," I said shyly, a little of my awkwardness returning.

"You are welcome, David."

I stepped off and grabbed a towel, going into my bedroom to dry off and get changed. I pulled the bathroom door closed behind me. I made an effort to not ogle at Ainsley on my way out, other than catching a glimpse of slope of her breasts as they joined her small, pert nipples and curved sensuously back into her chest. And a brief glance at how her hands swept over her abdomen and disappeared behind the bend of her leg, scrubbing the hidden, small patch of her honey-red lower hair. And the curvature of her ass. But other than that, I didn't look.

So that's a hand job, I thought. I really liked that. I never knew showers could be so good. I got dressed and left my room, feeling like I could tackle the world.