Holed Up Ch. 01

My breasts. They were sensitive. I could flood my brain with good feelings any time I wanted?

Gustav continued to talk, but I barely listened, instead choosing to feel everything he told me. Feeling his fingertips underneath my breasts, holding them up. Sensing him lifting their weight, squeezing them. Squeezing me.

"How big are my breasts compared to other girls', Gustav?" I asked this out of the blue, but I was curious to know the answer.

After a short pause, while I'm guessing he tried to determine the answer, he cheerily remarked that my breasts were larger than most girls' breasts were.

"Some women also choose to refer to their breasts as 'boobs' or 'tits'."

Boobs and tits. My boobs and tits. Boobies. It sounded much more fun to say boobies than breasts, that's for sure! I was so proud that my boobies were bigger than average. And that I got to play with them.

All this playing was getting me impatient, though. This wasn't an orgasm. It was, like, a warmup or something.

"Gustav, when can I orgasm?" It had been over a half hour since I'd said yes to wanting to try it, and I was growing restless.

In response, Gustav's fingers moved to just above my vagina, travelling through the thick forest of hair just above it.

"This is your bush. Some women find that they experience more pleasure when they shave this."

It still felt incredible to have someone's hands there, even just resting without doing anything.

Gustav's fingers slowly began to circle the skin underneath the hair, kneading the surface of it.

This must be what pleasure felt like.

Just experiencing this, letting my body rest while someone else danced all over it.

It felt good. Really good.

"I've never shaved before," I lamented. "I don't even know how that would work."

"I could shave you, Miss Kiley, if you would like that."

Getting your hair shaved by a robot? Not how I imagined the weekend would go.

"Later," I replied. "Not now. What else is there?"

And then he flicked something in my vagina, and I moaned! An actual moan, not one made out of exasperation or frustration.

It was a sound I'd only ever heard in my freshman-year college dorm, whenever my roommate brought a boy back home.

It jolted through me like lightning, arching my back towards the ceiling.

What had he touched? How could one little thing cause me so much joy?

Gustav was saying something again, but I couldn't hear him at all. His voice was just a warm glow to me. Nothing made sense, yet it felt incredible.

I relished in that glow, letting it slowly retreat from my mind.

"That is your clitoris, Miss Kiley. It is a crucial aspect to pleasuring yourself."

It felt so good to touch it. So incredible. But if I was learning about my own body, I didn't want to just feel what was going on. I felt like I needed to see it all, too.

"What does it look like?" I asked aloud.

"I can procure a mirror for you to see, Miss Kiley."

"Yes. Do that, please."

Gustav sat up and left the room, leaving me flat on my back. I swung my legs around, sitting up on my knees, and gazed upon my naked body.

It wasn't the first time at all, but it was the first time I was looking for details and admiring myself.

Based on everything Gustav was saying, I should have been feeling lucky to have a body as curvy and sensitive as mine. And, to be honest, I was starting to appreciate all that I had.

I just wish I could experience it, not just appreciate it.

Interrupting my reverie was a tall, vertical mirror positioned between the end of my bed and the wall. I was there, with my tired eyes, sweaty body, and sexy curves.

"Do I look sexy, Gustav?"

"Kiley, as an android, I am incapable of forming an objective opi"

"Ugh, you're impossible. Am I sexier than other girls my age?"

That got him thinking. Even when he was making me feel good, Gustav was hard to work with. After a pause, he acknowledged that yes, I looked prettier and sexier than most other girls my age.

This is what sexy looked like. I looked sexy. And to heck with anyone who said I wasn't!

I lowered my hand to my crotch, trying to find my clit again. But I was getting lost in the thickness of my hair, unable to really feel around. I didn't really know what I was looking for...The mirror wasn't helping too much.

That was until Gustav took my hand in his, and gently lowered my fingers to that hard nub at the very top of my crotch.

I took a sharp breath inward, recovering from the sudden stimulus I'd just gotten. That felt really really nice...Staring at my hand in the mirror, I knew exactly where I was supposed to go.

One of my hands found a nipple, while the other remained firmly attached to my clit.

"Your clitoris is located near your vagina. Both of these things form the center of pleasure for your body."

Gustav's words sunk deep into me, even though I wasn't really paying attention anymore. I bounced up and down on my legs, climbing up and up through my ecstasy.

He kept talking, ignoring my complete self-indulgence.

Clitoris. Clitty. Button. I heard that much, though I didn't know what to do with it. My mind was on cloud nine!

Vagina. Cunt. Slit. Hole. More words that held no meaning to me, but I desperately grabbed onto.

Orgasm. Wet. Coming. Horny. My brain was a sponge, taking in everything Gustav said, and trying to associate it to anything I knew. My cunt felt like a leaky faucet, ready to be opened.

Virgin. Cherry. Squirt. I felt the dampness of the blanket underneath me, and saw some drops on the mirror. They came from me. I didn't need to question it or contemplate what that meant...I was wet, and letting my body open up.

Someone's fingers slowly slid into my mouth. They were very wet, and smelled very intense....A smell that could only have come from my sopping wet pussy.

Slut. That word stood out to me in my head. Someone who loves to have sex. Someone who focused their entire life on it. To experience it day in and day out.

How could I not want to be a slut?

"Masturbation is the act of pleasuring yourself, with the goal of achieving orgasm."

If I was masturbating, then an orgasm would have to be close! I just needed to keep playing with myself...

In the mirror was a wild and crazed girl, hair loose and free. One hand grabbed and gnawed at a tit, while the other played and spun with her cunt.

She was breathing heavily, her boobs rising and falling, struggling to take it all in. In this girl's eyes, there was only emptiness and a longing for something she'd never had. Something she'd never even known existed until a few hours ago.

His hands were sopping wet. The blanket underneath her was sopping wet.

Pleasure. Fun. Sex.

And there was that word again, slut. Acting like a slut, moaning like a slut, and doing everything she could to come like a slut. So what if anyone heard her?

I was that girl.

And I was loving it.

"Do you like what you see, Miss Kiley?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I was like clay in his hands, in his grasp. I wanted to stay in this incredible place forever and ever.

"Do you want to feel what it's like to orgasm?"

"Yes yes yes oh god please oh please let me come and come please please!"

The words wouldn't come out of my mouth fast enough. The cracks on this faucet were tearing me apart, and I needed to let it out!

"As you wish, Kiley. Please enjoy this."

Everything caught on fire at once. My boobs, my clit, my very skin lit up with earth-shattering pleasure. My pussy gushed, allowing my raw pleasure to flow unchecked. I was a river and Gustav was an iceberg, carving out the stone and rock that had never known such sensation before.

There was a moan, nearly a scream, as years of sexual frustration released themselves in a single burst of rapture. I felt my mouth open to let it out, to tell the world that I was orgasming! And I didn't care who was listening. If anyone was even around to listen. Let them judge me! They were incapable of knowing what it meant to feel this bliss.

I fell onto my back, unable to hold myself up as I vibrated and pulsed and bucked. Every fiber of my soul felt alive, awake, electrified. I was humping the empty air, desperate to hold onto the feeling, to make it last forever.

But I knew that this was only fleeting. Which made it even more special...that I could feel this way, or something like it, again. And again and again.

Someone grabbed my hand, pulling me down to Earth. And though I wanted nothing more than to stay in this wonderful place, I held on tightly as my orgasm subsided.

My breathing began to slow. My body stilled. My hands lay on their sides. And my arms and legs became motionless, resting for now.

I stared into Gustav's eyes. The bedroom light stopped me from seeing all of him, but I could barely make out the faintest of smiles on his face.

I beamed back, grinning widely.

He closed the distance, and whispered: "Good night, Miss Kiley. May your dreams be wet and pleasant."

I didn't have the strength to ask him what he meant. And by the time I'd even realized he said anything to me at all, Gustav had slid a sleeping mask over my eyes.

I stopped fighting sleep, and let it wash over me. As everything faded into darkness, I had one lingering thought:

I can't wait until next time.