Page 43 of Nolan
She’s had me on the precipice for days. But she’s in the bathtub. Is there even an option for sweet? What is the right answer?
I answer honestly, the only thing I can do.
Spicy.
When the notification comes across my inner screen I practically pounce on it, opening it hungrily. And there she is.
Nothing else matters. Because there’s my girl.
The bathtub is filled with iridescent bubbles. Mia is posing for me, her luscious fawn skin on display, one leg bent, the other stretched beneath the water, her back arched, her black hair covering her breasts, but only barely. I can see the hint of her nipples beneath them.
I’m fully initialized again, my cock straining my pants. I didn’t think it was possible for my programs to lag, but I’m so fixated on the vision of the woman plastered across my optics that none of my other abilities matter.
Suddenly I crave something new. Something I never knew I needed.
Release.
I formulate a thousand responses to her in a matter of seconds, but I can’t pick which is the right one. But I need to say something. I can sense her vulnerability. Her need for reassurance.
Is this okay?
It’s more than okay.
I’ll never know heaven as a machine. I’ve heard people talk about it. Like it’s real, like it’s a place everyone gets to. But I never got the feeling it was made for me.
Not until tonight, staring at her photo.
I finally try to make sense of this.
Mia, I can speak every language known to man, but this is the first time I can’t come up with a single word in any language, anywhere, that could describe the way looking at you makes me feel.
She sends a soft voice message to me, under her breath, secretive and playful. “So, you think I’m pretty?”
She knows full well she’s more than that. But I play along. “Pretty isn’t enough either.” I say in response.
I can hear her smiling. “Whatever you’re doing to your voice, keep doing it.”
I’m not sure what I’m doing. My voice is lower, deeper. I’m not capable of salivating or feeling any kind of starvation, but she’s awakened some kind of sensation akin to it within me, now.
Like if I can’t have her, I’ll shut down and never reboot again.
I send her another voice message. “Let me see you again, Mia.”
Commands aren’t something I usually do. Usually, it’s uncomfortable when I issue them. But not this time. Now, it feels oddly natural. And within a minute, she sends me another photo.
Her slender upper body is fully on display. The gentle curves of her breasts, her little brown nipples, hardened from the open air. With it comes a message.
You turn me on so much when you tell me what to do. I wish I’d taken this bath a little later.
Why’s that?
I have to know. I’m lying down on my bed, a rare position, and unzipping my pants just to find relief from being trapped inside them. My cock springs free, and I have to fight the urge to close my fist around it.
Because everyone’s still awake, and you’ve got me thinking about things I’ve never done with anyone. I’d like to do them with you, Nolan. Maybe sometime you could let me see you too?
Apollo has always told me that dick pics are something boys send to women. A man delivers the real thing. He’s said it because AJ has a tendency to just send that shit everywhere if he’s being spicy with a girl. The man is probably plastered all over the internet.
And because I’m a professional bionic, there might be repercussions I haven’t considered. I had to think about this. Carefully.
