Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 055

"You're worse, actually, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing... it depends on what being transparent lets me see about you. You and John aren't that much alike, from where I'm standing."

"Really? That fast, you see it all." I stopped, switching the thing between shoulders as we stopped at her door. "What is it you see?"

"I see..." She glanced at me after she fished for her keys. "...a man who just got dumped."

Wham.

"Uh, not exactly..." I grinned, which it turned out I didn't even have the energy to maintain. "... but close enough."

"Did she say 'let's just be friends' first? Is that why it's not exactly?" She opened her door, pushing it back and gesturing for me to go in.

"No, no, she didn't... it's more like 'indefinite hiatus'?" I shrugged. "Where do you want this thing?"

"Set it up by my room door and I'll mess with it later. Isn't 'indefinite hiatus' what they say for canceled TV shows that will never come back?"

I paused as I set the thing down. "You know, I didn't think of that, but yeah... that might just about be right."

"You worked really hard. I can see you broke a sweat." It was obvious no such thing had occurred, but I played along. She was striding into her kitchen as I eyed her ass for a few moments. "Let me get you something to drink." She tossed her jacket on the back of the couch as she went. The place wasn't bad; the same floor plan as the place John and I had, but she was using the other bedroom as an office.

She must be fairly well-off, I realized. The décor was more or less the same, except she had far more tasteful pictures and things lying around, and the place was cleaner... probably a lot cleaner. Even her bed was made up, which would have been a rare sight in John and I's place. She fished around in her fridge for a few moments, and then held out a beer to me. It was a Yuengling -- well, I guess they don't make them anymore, but those were fairly pricey as the beers college kids drank went.

"This would just about hit the spot..." I twisted off the lid.

We talked for a little while. A little while became a long while, and before I knew it, it was midnight. By then we were side by side on her couch, and there were six empty beers on the coffee table. She was working on our seventh. Nina always has been able to drink any of us under the table... that much was just her getting started. It turned out she and I were a lot more similar than I would have guessed.

Despite her very obviously feminine looks, Nina wasn't especially girly; most of her interests -- the sciences, history, astronomy, the internet and all of its associated subculture of the era, science fiction -- were male-dominated at the time. It wasn't common back then to run into hot blondes who loved talking about this stuff.

It was after a brief lull in conversation that she took another swig, put down her beer, and looked at me, chin in one hand, smiling. "So. Why'd she dump you?"

"Oh." I peered into the empty beer bottle that had been sitting in my hand for the last half-hour. "Well, I kind of neglected to tell her something important. And she didn't really dump me. She told me that she would decide in a few days."

"She left you hanging?" Nina peered at me, then gave me a light kick on the leg. "She might just be working up the nerve to say what she already feels, you know. You must have really pissed her off."

"Well, uh..." I shrugged. "She's going through a lot of changes right now, so it's not really her fault."

"Aww.... Mr. Understanding." She finished her beer in one swig. "We girls may say we like that, but it's bullshit, you know. We wouldn't like men if they weren't men. Show her you aren't at the mercy of her every mood swing and she might be the one who starts to cling to you."

"I see, then. I guess I should consider her feelings then, and be less considerate." I shrugged. "And you?" I pointed at her with the empty bottle, then held it up to my eye like a telescope. "What does Astronomy Girl like in her men? The dumber the better?"

"I like..." She inched over toward me. My cock -- which had been shifting between half-mast and stiffness all night as my attention shifted between the conversation and the woman I was having it with -- decided to switch full-time to hardness. "... men who keep themselves interesting, and who don't waste my time or fuck around. Where'd you really disappear to, Ben?"

"Oh. I went sailing." I shrugged.

"John didn't just tell me you disappeared and leave it at that, you know. He was actually getting worried that he couldn't reach you. Nobody could, he said. Your sister came by and gave him hell, drilled him for every little detail he might remember before you up and went missing. He was probably playing up his emotions about the whole thing to try and get me to give him a little quality time, but I could tell it wasn't all fake."

I pursed my lips, trying to think up something convincing... but I wasn't all that good at it. Hell, I still have that problem. "I was having some quality time of my own, I guess. It wasn't really planned. Someone showed up and made me an offer, and before I knew it we were halfway around the world."

"This isn't a Bond movie, Ben." Those were spy movies. Well, I guess most of you wouldn't have context for that either... forget it. She shrugged and went to get another beer. "If you were just on a drug binge, tell me, I don't give a shit."

"That would have been a lot easier to explain..." I raised an eyebrow as I stared into my beer bottle for a time. I finished it. "Forget it. I'm better off just telling everyone I went nuts for a few weeks, but I'm better now. My mom had schizophrenia, you know, and they say it's at least partly genetic... I know what my sister was thinking happened. So yeah, I went crazy for three weeks at a bad time, and now I'm back, and I feel great."

She paused, considering for a while, and then frowned. "You're right. That is too easy. It makes sense, but somehow I just doubt that's what happened." She shrugged. "You look great, compared to before. I saw you in the lobby every once in a while and you had always looked like you just rolled out of bed, even in the evening. I never would have thought you had some muscle to you. Or that you had such a big..." She stopped herself, pausing. "Well, fuck it. That you had such a big dick." She eyed me suspiciously. "Don't get any idea. No different than a guy commenting on a girl's rack."

Either was awful rude even in that time, but okay; I let it slide. "Oh. Uh, thanks." I nodded, knowing the real thanks was due to an alien somewhere between here and Jupiter by now. "You look great too. You and your rack both."

"Of course I do. We do." She waved a hand, gesturing as if to present herself... and taking care to wave it just under her tits, as if presenting the whole two-piece collection. Nina and humility didn't often come hand in hand, I later found, even if she was absolutely correct at that moment.

She smiled. "I'm serious, though. I'm not a slut, but I've seen more dicks than most junior-year girls, even counting the sorority bitches. I grew up with three male cousins, two uncles, and a nephew my age. Men aren't much of a mystery to me. And I have to admit, I still can't get that peek at you from earlier out of my head. It's weird, like there's a secret riddle to solve or something. How'd you get it shaven that clean? Laser?"

If she hadn't been staring at my face, I would have had a maniacal grin. All night I'd been wondering if she was somehow just immune to my power. 15226 said I should expect to run into that at least once in a while.

"Yeah, laser." I was at least capable of telling that small of a lie convincingly. "Don't worry, I won't be creeped out if you keep that image in mind in the future. I won't even charge you."

"Pfft." She gave me a light kick, her bare foot smacking against my thigh. "Seriously, every other guy with a dick like that is just swimming in bullshit confidence and thinks they own the world... and here you are cooped up in your room playing video games all day."

"Not all day... but it sounds like John had a lot to say about me."

"Trying to make himself look good in comparison, probably... but forget that. So, you had a girlfriend up until recently. How long were you two together?"

"Barely a few weeks." It was sort of true. She'd been half-conscious for most of that, and we only made love the once, but... close enough.

"Pfft. You can't even call her a girlfriend, then. How many girls were you with before?"

"Two. Both didn't last. I lost my confidence early on, and didn't really pick it back up until, oh, a few weeks ago, I'd guess. So much for that." I shrugged. "You? Should I expect a boyfriend to come in and get all pissed off at me, maybe take a swing?"

"Nah. I've got a lot of idiots who think I like them because I talked to them a few times. Nothing serious, though. I'm not expecting any other men by tonight... and if any do come by, just show them that monster you've got down there. They'll probably whimper and run away." She grinned.

There was another pause, this time a little more charged. I stared idly into the brown bottle as she seemed to consider me for a time. We'd put on some music a while ago -- she had some indie band she liked, hell if I recall the name and I don't think they ever made it into the Vault's records -- and I just let it play as I hoped for the best.

She bit her lip. "Hey."

"What?" I didn't look at her, but felt my hopes rising.

Instead of a response, suddenly I felt the weight on the couch shift, and in a moment she was straddling me. I blinked, and looked up into her blue eyes, staring down at me with an odd smile above her generous boobs. One hand came out and ran through my hair.

"God, you're like a puppy. A big, dumb, Rottweiler puppy that doesn't know what it's got." She grinned, and her other hand went to my face. She was looking down at me then with this oddly angelic smile.

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'm not nuts. I've been testing you this whole time, you know."

I was too confused right then to have a good response, but I didn't object to having a blonde with a fantastic body all over me. "Okay... did I pass?"

"Kind of. You aren't the boyfriend I'm looking for, Ben."

"Oh." I smiled up, but I felt my hopes crushed again. Emily, and now this girl too? Could I just not get a break?

"I see that. Don't let that happen again."

"What?"

"Don't let other people's judgments of you affect you so much." She sighed. "You're good material, Ben - but you need work before you'll be a good boyfriend to anyone. You're as good as I'm going to find, though, at least in this town... and everyone needs a project."

"Uh, okay. So do I study and come back for a quiz or what?"

She sighed again, rolling her eyes. "Ben, I'm declaring you my future boyfriend. Not today, but I'm going to teach you everything you need to be my man. You want your chance to be a confident, strong man, who knows how to use his body and mind around a woman? This is your ticket, being slapped on your face, mister big guy." Her hips began to rub against me in a motion I was quickly coming to realize was unmistakable.

It was vaguely insulting, I realized, for her to just so immediately assume that I would leap at the chance to be with her. I mean, yes, she was basically right -- not just because she was gorgeous, but she was smart, knew her way around people, knew her way around the world, apparently had some money -- but she didn't have to just rub it in how superior she was. I wondered if this was all just some roundabout way for her to stroke her own ego.

Nina wouldn't give me a straight answer when I asked - even when I told her it was for the public good, or for the historical record. She's pretty good at changing the subject when she wants to be, even - perhaps especially - if it means somehow talking me into eating her out instead of conducting historical research. She knows how to play me far too well.

A few seconds of thought as she bent down and leaned into my face to kiss me wiped out my hesitation. She was right; I'd spent too much of my life huddled into my little corner to catch up quickly. If she was willing to be both a teacher and a lover, well, she was exactly what I needed.

And, of course, I realized, she would make a good hominus. She didn't seem irresponsible, or amoral, or any of the other bad things I was coming to realize were probably red flags before I chose to make a girl all but immortal - but it went beyond simply not having major problems. Nina was a rare catch. In all those centuries to come that I'd have with her, maybe I'd have time to catch up to her brilliance. I grinned as she closed her eyes to kiss me. On top or not, ego or not, it was she who was falling under my power -- even if she didn't think of it in those terms.

Her hand was reaching backwards and fumbling at my zipper. I gave her a little help, and soon she slid down to the base of the couch and pulled against my pants, exposing my stiff cock. She gasped as she saw it, the pheromones of the thing seeping into her mind and strengthening its effect on her. Until I was satisfied, she wouldn't stop. Neither would I, I realized.

One hand gently reached out and took my length into her grip, her fingers barely closing around it, then the other went to my balls. It seemed almost totally natural when she closed her eyes, her mouth opened, and her body moved up just a little to raise her head above my extended length. I let out a long breath as my cockhead slipped past her lips and she began to suck me.

She was a little messy, and took things very slowly. I got my first taste of a girl using a little of her teeth during a blowjob, which I admit I didn't really like. Her hand continued jacking me as she licked at my balls, then up and down the sides of my shaft, her mouth returning to bobbing over the head not long after -- she never let my cock go, always having some kind of stroking motion on it.

I groaned. It wasn't the loving, tender treatment Emily had given me a few weeks ago, but it was very skillful and felt amazing. I felt my hips thrusting upward slightly, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth to try to speed things along. She let me do it -- for a while. Suddenly, when I felt the first sparks of something starting inside, she let me off with a popping sound. I groaned again, wanting more, but her grip tightened as she looked up at me, smiling. She rose, climbing up against me, straddling my hips a second time.

Coming up, she cupped two hands beneath her breasts. Sensing an invitation, I let my hands join hers, and we played with her boobs under her shirt for a few moments. She reached up, crossing her arms, and with a long pull, tugged her shirt off, tossing it to the side. She walked me through unsnapping her black bra -- I felt like an idiot high-school kid the whole time, but she didn't put any judgment in it. Her boobs hung free, large and pleasant with reddish nipples over them. She pointed at each, instructing me to give them a kiss.

She pulled my head against her chest, letting me feel her heartbeat, then told me to suck at her breasts, to 'show me what I'm starting with'. I paused for a moment, searching my mind, or more specifically, 15226's. I recalled what she liked, I recalled the sensations a woman felt as her breasts and sensitive, erect nipples were suckled -- by men or by other women. I bent forward and didn't hold back, applying everything I knew. I took one completely in my mouth, bit my teeth down lightly on the stubby nipple, mauling it with my tongue and squeezing her other boob with my hand.

I kept playing with her nipples for a time, enjoying her heavy breath against my face and sensing her increasing heartbeat. The light, quiet moaning sounds she made started off sounding a little like a porno, but as time went on, they became somehow more genuine, more on-the-spot and uncomposed. At some point, the whole pretense of this being some kind of lesson began to fade, and she simply was a woman having a man show his love to her tits.

I felt her hand on my head pushing me back downward. She stood, and held one hand down to me, pulling me up, then she pulled my shirt. I helped her take it off, then let my pants drop to the floor. She looked me up and down, nodding and biting her lip, then bending in to kiss me. Our lips met, then our tongues, and I felt her breasts pressing more and more tightly to my chest. Suddenly she was turning around, pressing her naked back to my chest, folding her arms over her boobs, and whispering to me to take her pants off.

She wanted me to do all of her undressing for her. I unbuttoned her jeans, which were much tighter than any I had -- it took honest work to get them off -- and she was left standing in only black panties. She said to take them off too, and I did so gently, as I kissed her. I knew 15226 liked it that way, a man starting off gentle and loving, then slowly treating her more and more the way he wanted to, eventually just conquering her. Her pussy wasn't bald; she had this little strip of blonde hair above it, neat and pretty.

She walked me into her bedroom, and pulled me onto the bed. We hadn't spoken in more than whispers in more than half an hour, but it seemed better that way. She asked if I had any condoms; nope. Neither did she, she said. She shrugged, and said that didn't mean we had to call off the lesson, we just had to be creative. She flipped over onto her back, widely spreading her legs, then with two fingers spreading her pussy in a totally shameless display.

"Come on, Ben. You can't be afraid to touch it if you're going to do this."

"I was never-" I shook my head. "Let me show you how scared I am of pussy."

She rolled her eyes, but soon gasped as I let myself fall forward and I attacked her. I got my first actual taste of pussy then. It was strange, and seemed completely natural, so much that I only realized a few minutes in that it was my first time doing it; the memories 15226 had imbued me with were mixed up in my head with my own a little, to where I recalled eating women out a number of times.

Even the exact smell, taste, sensations, the texture and life of another woman's pussy were alive in my memories; it was so familiar, yet so new. I pushed her legs back and up toward her head -- she was flexible, thankfully - and I went to town, licking, sucking, nibbling and playing, using everything I knew on her clit and folds.

I soon had her whole body in a thin sheen of sweat. At some point, she or I had cut the lights in the room off, leaving only the small bedside lamp to light the room; she looked even more gorgeous in the dim room, primly decorated like this was someone's high-class condo and not a random off-campus college coed's apartment. She took my head in both her hands and held on for her life -- good thing I had very short hair -- as I brought her closer and closer. I had two fingers buried in her by then, working in and out fast.

With a low groan, I finally made her come. It was difficult to tell -- she never telegraphed her orgasms, like so many of the other girls. She wasn't -- isn't -- a loud lover; Nina is calm and collected even in bed. Her whole body went tense and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, her toes curling above her head as she mashed my face and tongue against her clit.

My erection was painfully stiff, and swinging heavily down toward the bed; below the tip of my cock was a wet spot on the sheets where pre-come was dripping off of me. As she finally released my head and let herself relax, just catching her breath and looking up at me with barely open eyes, I saw another dab of it drip off my cockhead in a languid, gooey motion. I straightened myself up, letting my member point straight out in front of me, my desire utterly apparent.