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Subject: {ASSM} rp/rv Lisa's Tale Day 2 {DB Story} (M/Fembot, cons, ScFi, ASFR)
Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 14:10:01 -0400
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LISA'S TALE DAY 2: A COURTESY SUITES STORY

By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://DB_Story.home.att.net )

Copyrightc 2001 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, cons)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story was written as follow-on to EHY's 
original Courtesy Suites story.  EHY gave me permission to 
explore his idea further.  Small details may differ since 
Courtesy Suites is a chain of ultra luxury hotels offering the 
ultimate in personal service.  The original Courtesy Suites 
story, and additional adventures there as well as other of EHY's 
writings in this area, may be found at his web-site: 
http://www.geocities.com/ipmstories/.

A special thanks to Gorgo for his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.

Part 1 of this story is available at my site above.

- - -

Matt walked down the hall to his room at Courtesy Suites.  It had 
been a tough day on the trade show floor.  As the senior 
engineer, Matt was supposed to just be there in a supporting role 
to the sales drones.  If someone had a technical question, he was 
supposed to step in and rescue him or her.  But the demo unit had 
been flakey, to use the technical term.

Probably too much rough handling during shipping, he thought to 
himself.  We warn these people time and again to be careful with 
the equipment, and they never listen.

As such, he had been drafted to repair it, and had spent most of 
the day between questions and re-tuning the movement axis.  It 
was after seven o'clock before he'd been able to get off the 
floor.  He'd missed lunch altogether, and still hadn't gotten 
around to dinner.  But that wasn't on his mind right now.

Matt stopped at room 9104 and touched his thumb to the 
illuminated oval.  The door softly clicked and he pushed it open. 
Tough as the day had been, tonight would make it all worthwhile. 
 Matt walked into his room to see a tall, blonde woman standing 
in the middle of it, facing away from him towards the window.  

She stood there in tall, glassy high heels that showed off her 
lovely feet.  At five feet ten, her heels pushed her height well 
over six feet, within a couple inches of Matt's own six feet 
four.  Much of that height was in her very shapely and well 
tanned legs that reached up to her white short shorts cut just 
below her womanhood.  A generously bare midriff showed her wide 
hips, an impossibly narrow waist, and even more well tanned skin. 
 Above that a thin yellow top complemented her long  and bright 
wavy blonde hair.

Hearing him enter, she turned around showing her exceptional 
face, high cheekbones, and forty-inch DD bust that her thin top 
barely contained.  Her all-American blue eyes and lush red lips 
broke into a welcoming smile as she merrily chirped, "Welcome 
back to Courtesy Suites, Mr. Samuals."

Matt's face fell in disappointment.

<consider scene break>

Darci was very quick on the uptake and realized something was 
wrong.  This was not the usual reaction men - and many women - 
had to her.  She was one of the most capable - and popular - 
fembots at Courtesy Suites and virtually never encountered a 
response like Matt's to her presence.

Darci quickly walked over to Matt in the kind of motion that only 
a woman in the highest heels and tight shorts can exhibit, and 
put an arm around his shoulder.  She could virtually look him eye 
to eye, and if she had been any closer she'd have had her boobs 
inside his jacket.

In her playful, frisky way she asked him directly, "Did I do 
something wrong?  Or is there something wrong with me?"

Amazingly, by the time she was done saying that she seemed on the 
verge of tears at having Matt so disappointed in seeing her.

Truth is, there was nothing wrong with Darci.  Absolutely nothing 
at all.  That is, unless you were expecting an even taller, 
elegant, and intelligent brunette to be waiting in your room 
instead.

Matt was thrown by the situation.  This was not what he had 
expected.  Not what he had planned for.  While trying to sort out 
just what was happening he did the natural thing and put his arms 
awkwardly around Darci.

Darci took that as a positive move.  She put her other arm around 
Matt, holding him tightly.  Then she snuggled into him in a way 
that made it clear she was happy to be exactly here for the long 
term.

And Matt held her for long moments while thinking.  He was tired 
and hungry.  He had arranged for Lisa to be waiting for him when 
he returned this second evening.  Clearly some mistake had been 
made.  Courtesy Suites prided themselves on their impeccable 
service.  This is not the kind of slip-up they should have ever 
made.  So his analytical mind concluded there must be a reason. 
Certainly all this would be explained shortly.

In point of fact, holding Darci was quite a pleasant experience. 
 Her body language and the way she relaxed right into your arms 
made it abundantly clear how completely comfortable she was in 
her current position.  While Matt toyed with the though that 
somehow he was being disloyal to Lisa, he didn't feel he should 
be punishing Darci for that.  In fact, while he knew that holding 
Lisa last night was just as nice as holding Darci now, it was 
interesting in a detached way just how different the experience 
with another fembot actually was.

Finally though, Matt realized that he couldn't stand here all 
night.  He loosened his grip slightly and Darci immediately 
released hers and stepped back to the great distance of six 
inches.  Then she looked at his expression and stepped back an 
additional three feet to give Matt back his personal space.

At any distance Darci looked lovely, but Matt still wasn't 
reacting to her in the normal way.

Darci's always-playful manner concealed from most people that she 
was one of Courtesy Suite's most intelligent fembots.  She knew 
already that she just wasn't connecting with Matt tonight.  Yet 
it was important to her that she do her very best here.

"What's the matter?" she asked in her teasing manner.  "Don't I 
measure up?  Or would you rather have me this way?" she 
continued, reaching down between her prominent breasts to pull 
out her remote control and offer it to Matt.

Matt refused the proffered remote.  It was not his preferred way 
to interact with the Courtesy Suites staff.

Darci's lips were made for pouting and she pouted magnificently 
at this rebuff.  Then she tried again, seeming to plead and flirt 
at the same time.

"Isn't there anything I can do for you, kind Sir?"

In spite of himself, Matt had to smile.  In the matter of just a 
few moments Darci had shown her versatility by displaying a half 
dozen different moods.  In truth, she was marvelous.  It was 
just...

"Darci, none of this is your fault.  It's just that I was 
expecting...expecting...someone else."

"Yes, I know," she replied brightly.  "You had scheduled my 
friend Lisa.  But Lisa couldn't make it and she asked if I would 
please come and take care of you until she can return.  She 
wanted you to have the best."

The best?  Matt thought.  Darci is nothing like Lisa.  Darci is 
an airhead compared to Lisa.  But where was Lisa?

"Why isn't Lisa here herself?  She told me last night she'd be 
waiting for me."

"And she would be, if she could.  You see, there was this 
accident..."

"What accident?!  Is Lisa hurt?!  Damaged?!"

"Lisa is fine.  Really.  It's just that..."

"Tell me everything that happened," Matt demanded.

"Well, this morning one of our foreign clients arranged for Lisa 
to accompany him to a business lunch and meeting."

"She left the hotel?  I didn't think that was allowed!"

"Normally it isn't.  His company however does a great deal of 
business with Courtesy Suites and knows the special favors that 
are available to those who know what to ask for."

Darci paused and looked at Matt.

"Continue," he said.

"Well, he was supposed to have her back before five o'clock 
because they knew she was already requested for this evening.  
But there was a big accident on the way back.  Lisa wasn't hurt 
or anything, however the police are keeping her as the only 
impartial witness.  She contacted the hotel and asked if I 
specifically would take care of all of your needs in her absence. 
 She really cares about you and knew I was the best stand-in for 
her.  If this is not acceptable, Courtesy Suites will immediately 
replace me with any other available staff member of your 
choosing, and cheerfully refund the cost of your room tonight."

Matt thought about that.  Not a very good deal from his 
perspective.  All that would happen to his refund is that it 
would go back to the company and he'd still be out his night with 
Lisa.

"Instead of a refund, will they give me an additional night to 
spend here at no charge?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Darci replied in her bouncy 
manner.

"Just what makes you the best replacement...for Lisa?"

Darci replied in an entirely unconvincing manner, "Because, next 
to Lisa, I'm the smartest staff member here at Courtesy Suites.  
Lisa felt that was what you liked most about her."

Matt had actually liked A LOT of things about Lisa, but he would 
have to admit that her quiet intelligence was at the top of his 
list.  They had talked about exactly that last night.

"You don't act especially intelligent," Matt said bluntly to 
Darci, wondering if he should be reaching for her remote control 
to erase the last two minutes of their conversation in the event 
this comment was not well received.

Darci paused for a moment before replying, "My interaction 
subroutines have refined my interaction model to one that is most 
successful for my body type across a wide spectrum of guests.  
Most guests do not expect a tall, big-busted blonde to also be 
intelligent.  It would be too intimidating to them."

That explanation actually made sense.  Matt remembered seeing 
Darci once before at Bob's party and had to admit that she was 
the center of attention because she was dumb blonde.  The rest of 
the men around her at the party were acting equally phony at the 
time, and it wasn't the alcohol.  It was as though they liked her 
dumb so that they would be able to trick her out of her clothes 
or into their bed or something.  In reality, all anybody would 
have had to do was ask, but that's impossible to do in a crowd.  
For Matt, a different approach would be in order.

"Well, Darci, I'm not most of your guests, and I would be very 
happy if you would just cut the crap with me.  It has been a 
long, tiring day and I haven't eaten anything except coffee since 
breakfast."

"Oh you poor dear," Darci replied with a genuine concern that was 
very different from her frothy personality of only a moment ago. 
 "If you will permit me to serve you, I can arrange a gourmet 
dinner to be served here in your suite in a matter of moments.  
And any other service you desire from any available member of our 
staff."

Matt looked back at this changed Darci with a mixture of 
astonishment and amusement.  In a micro-moment she had changed 
from bubblehead to caring, intelligent woman.  Well, caring 
intelligent woman with a killer body just short of fully 
revealed.  But now Matt wouldn't have been surprised if the next 
thing she did was to put on dark rimmed glasses and put her hair 
up in a bun.  That would have fit her new personality to a tee.  
However she didn't seem to have those items with her.

This change made her a much more tolerable guest in his room.  He 
thought for a moment, then said, "I'd like to get a shower first. 
 Can you arrange dinner for twenty-five minutes from now?"

"Yes, Sir.  And what would you like?  I've heard the filet mignon 
is quite good tonight."

Matt thought for another moment, then replied, "That sounds 
excellent."

"And some wine?"

"You pick one."

"It shall be done."

Matt went into the bathroom, pulled his well-worn clothes off, 
and climbed into the shower.  He wasn't completely surprised 
when, five minutes later, Darci slipped in behind him and 
scrubbed his back, then massaged his shoulders.  But instead of 
turning to her, Matt just enjoyed the sensations until she 
finished and slipped out again.  By the time Matt got out, his 
sweaty day clothes had been removed and a casual shirt, slacks, 
and slippers, along with clean underwear, were in their place.  
And when he stepped back out of the bathroom he saw Darci setting 
the just arrived meal with candles and the promised bottle of 
wine.

Darci had changed also - into a stunning black, backless mid-
length gown with spaghetti strap top, scoop front, and modest 
slit on the side.  It exactly fit the changed mood of this 
evening, and if anything was far more sexy than her shorts and 
skimpy top earlier.

When she saw Matt approach, she poured his glass of wine and held 
his chair for him.  She then served in the dual capacity of 
server and dinner companion.

Though they mostly just shared small talk throughout dinner, Matt 
found it easy to think of Darci as just an interesting young 
woman far too attractive to be sharing his table.  As such, it 
was easy to feel flattered by her attention.  Unlike Lisa, whom 
he had sought out himself, Darci had come to him.  Darci had 
discretely placed her remote control on the side of the table 
within each reach, and Matt overtly ignored it.  Once Darci had 
dropped her dumb blonde act, she proved bright, interesting, 
articulate, and very much up to date on current events.

With this kind of sparkling company, dinner seemed over in a 
flash.  Then she bussed all the dishes and rolled the serving 
cart to the door, which opened just in time to receive it.

"Now that was more like the legendary Courtesy Suites service," 
Matt commented, standing up to stretch from the very fine meal.

Sometime during that meal, Darci had put on some soft music.  Now 
with the food service chores done, she came back, flowed into his 
arms, and assumed a posture that said Dance with me?

Matt's most natural move was to comply and they danced slowly 
around the room until the song ended.

When they stopped Darci took a half step back and said, "I've 
really enjoyed this.  I like a man who wants me to be my best."  
Then she stood and waited to see what Matt wanted next.

Matt was much a man of planning.  None of this had been planned. 
 He had no further ideas in mind, so he looked back at Darci and 
started telling her, "Well, if you're through for the evening I 
guess we can call it quits.  It's been a long day..."

Matt got no farther when he saw Darci's eyes and chin fall.  A 
tiny gesture, yet it showed her disappointment at his words 
abruptly ending their evening together.

Matt nimbly stopped on the next syllable and for once quickly 
changed direction.  Even if he hadn't thought of anything else to 
do with Darci, he didn't want to hurt her feelings, which she 
seemed to have in abundance.

"Darci, what else did you have in mind for us to do tonight?"

"You mean, besides..." she trailed off, looking down at the floor 
as if discussing a forbidden topic for the very first time.

"Yes, besides that."

"Well," she started, looking back up again.  "Lisa told me that 
you're one of her Special Friends, and that you had given her 
some very creative tasks to perform that you both enjoyed very 
much."

Now that's interesting, Matt thought.  "Just what did Lisa tell 
you?  And what is a `Special Friend'?"

Darci answered the second question first. 

"Each of the staff members here have what we call our Special 
Friends.  These are guests whom we really enjoy seeing each time 
they visit.  They interact with us in ways that give us the 
greatest satisfaction in doing exactly the jobs we are intended 
to do.  They both challenge and encourage us to be our best.  And 
because they provide the best interactions for us, we are 
happiest when they come back and ask for us again."

"So every...fembot...here has these friends?"

"Pretty much so.  I have several myself, although I don't 
remember any of the details about them when they're not here in 
person - except that I have them of course.  We never remember 
personal information about any guest except when we are with that 
guest."

"And I'm one of Lisa's Special Friends?"

"Yes.  Her first and only one.  She told me about it today.  How 
pleased she was to finally have a Special Friend herself.  That's 
why she was so concerned when she couldn't make it back.  And why 
she wanted to make sure you would be taken care of properly.  She 
told me you'd appreciate my advanced capabilities as well.  And 
she was right."  The last was delivered in Darci's must ebullient 
manner, but came across with complete sincerity.

 Matt had to admit that he was astounded how well Darci had 
worked out so far.  He had been upset/unhappy to find her instead 
of Lisa when he had returned to his room.  But now he saw just 
how this had all been carefully arranged for his benefit.  And 
Darci, once you got to know her, was actually quite charming.

But...

"Darci, isn't Lisa jealous about what we might be doing together? 
 I mean, I could ask you to do anything right now."

"I wish you would ask me.  But jealous?"  Darci spent a long 
moment (for an advanced robot) thinking.  "Matt, we are not 
jealous of each other.  In fact, for me, that word barely exists. 
 I checked my entire system for references and it's just a word 
with no emotional context.  You are Lisa's Special Friend and she 
only wants the best for you.  She arranged for me to be here 
because she couldn't come herself.  She would never be unhappy at 
us being together, any more than I am ever unhappy when any of my 
guests spends time with other staff members."

"Even your Special Friends?

"Especially my Special Friends.  We work together to offer the 
best experience to any guest.  Maybe if Lisa had been an IP 
model, she might feel jealousy, but even then she'd never act on 
it."

"What's an IP model?" Matt asked in confusion.

"Oh, you don't know about those yet?"

"I've never heard the term."

"They're new on the staff.  They stand for `Implanted 
Personality.'  Seeing Matt's apparent confusion, Darci continued. 
 "Most regular staff members are all built on the same basic 
platform and programming.  While there can be a lot of variation 
in body types, inside we're more alike than different.  Our 
programs were created by women to be as much like a real person 
in our relationships as possible.  Small differences such as 
language or accent are just filters in our interaction interface. 
 Most guests want variety in their relationships with the staff, 
but also still want a consistent excellent level of service.  
They get that with our basic model."

Darci became aware that for the first time she had Matt's 
complete attention.  Her guest profile reminded her that at 
check-in he listed his occupation as "Engineer", and realized she 
was speaking to someone who really enjoyed nuts and bolts type 
descriptions.

"There have been a few special models, like myself and Lisa, who 
were built with extra processing capabilities.  We are able to 
exercise a form of self-will the helps us provide superior 
service."

"And the IP models?"  Matt asked.

"An Implanted Personality is one where a real person's 
personality has been recorded and translated into a compatible 
robot mind."

"That sounds strange.  Do they remember being a person?"

"Yes.  At least they say they do.  They're new.  Some guests like 
them more than others."

"How do they compare to you and Lisa?"

"I really don't know how to answer that question.  My mind is 
just as capable is theirs.  In fact, there is very little 
difference in capacity between us."

"For me, I think I'll stay away from them for now.  Lisa is 
everything I could want her to be."  Then he added thoughtfully, 
"And you're pretty special too."

Darci smiled warmly at the compliment.  Then she remembered that 
Matt had been on the verge of dismissing her for the night.  She 
looked back at him and then, like a little girl asking an adult a 
question for the very first time, "May I answer your first 
question now?"

Matt had almost forgotten he'd ask her two questions.  "Go 
ahead."

"You asked me what I'd like do with you.  Lisa told me that 
you're very creative, which is hard for us.  I'd really like it 
if you would let me star in one of your fantasies, like you did 
with Lisa.  It sounded like so much fun."

Matt sighed.  He had been planning this weekend with Lisa in his 
mind for weeks.  It all and had been well thought out ahead of 
time.  To now create a game for him and Darci on the spur of the 
moment didn't seem possible.

Darci quickly realized that Matt really wasn't prepared for her 
request.  And he wasn't making sexual advances towards her 
either.  She recalled that his last expressed request had been to 
dismiss her for the night.  So while Matt was still thinking, she 
quietly moved over to the table, retrieved her remote, and 
started towards the door.

At the last moment on the threshold itself she turned and gave it 
one last try.

"Matt, I've really enjoyed your company.  I see what a great 
Special Friend you can make.  Just one last thought."

"Yes?"

"I'm modeled after a popular girl's doll, made full-sized and 
brought to life.  Did you ever have a sister and a fantasy about 
her dolls?"

Well Matt did have an older sister who had left her dolls behind 
when she had finally moved out.  And those dolls did excite some 
adolescent fantasies.

"Wait a moment," Matt said to Darci.  She paused by the door.

He thought intently, looked at her a couple times, and finally 
said, "This should work.  Come back in here and let me give you 
some instructions."

Darci half-ran back over to Matt and threw her arms around him 
and gave him a big kiss.  "This sounds like fun already."

Matt disentangled himself from her before saying, "Okay, here's 
the setup.  Do I need to use your remote for commands, or can I 
just tell you what to do like with Lisa?"

"You can just tell me, Matt."

"Good.  When I tell you to start, you are going to believe the 
following: You are a ten-inch tall Darci doll like my sister used 
to have.  The fancy one with the computer chip in it that lets 
you accept simple voice commands for movement and the like.  You 
also have an on/off switch right here."  Matt moved aside Darci's 
mane of blonde hair and touched her back high up between her 
shoulder blades.  "Each time I touch you here you will turn on or 
off.  Are you with me so far."

"Yes I am."

"My sister is gone and I have been having you stand up and sit 
down, walk back and forth on my table, hug my hand, and tell me 
how much you love me.  Stuff like that.  It's night and I've just 
gotten ready for bed.  The last thing I did was come over and 
kiss you like this."  Matt put his finger to his lips, then to 
hers, then back to his.  "Then I told you to turn around and hold 
your hair out of the way so that I can get to your power switch 
and turn you off.  Next I went to the bathroom.  When I came 
back, someone had used an enlarging ray on you.  Instead of a 
ten-inch doll, you are now five feet and ten inches tall, plus 
those heels you always wear.  And because when things are 
enlarged in three dimensions they increase at the cube of the 
rate of increase, your mind is now a thousand times smarter than 
before.  You are much more than just a toy now.  Your job will be 
to convince me that once I turn you on, I should leave you turned 
on because you really like this new life you've been given.  
Think you can do it?"

"I'm sure I can," she replied, now reverting back to her bouncy 
self again.

"Good. And oh, one last thing.  No crying," he told her.

"Gotcha."

"Okay then.  Start the moment I leave the room."

Matt went into his bathroom and prepared himself for bed.  When 
he came out wearing his robe a few minutes later he was 
"surprised" to see a second figure in the room with him.  She was 
a tall woman in tall heels and a revealing black dress.  She was 
facing away from him with her thick mane of blonde hair cascading 
down her back.

A startled, "Hey," escaped from his lips, but she didn't seem to 
notice.  In fact, she didn't seem to notice anything at all.  She 
looked exactly like..." 

Matt feigned a glance at the table in the room where in his 
fantasy he had left his sister's Darci doll.  Could this be a 
life-sized version of that doll?

Matt walked around to the front of her.  She had the lovely face 
and lush figure of the doll, but in a full-size version now.  She 
looked just as precariously balanced on those tall heels as the 
doll always did.

Her clear blue eyes stared straight ahead unblinking.  He waved 
his hand in front of them without reaction.

Her chest would catch any man's attention.  Looking quickly 
behind him to be sure he was alone, Matt placed his hands on her 
prominent breasts.  They were wonderfully firm through her dress, 
with stiff, erect nipples.

Even alone Matt was shy about paying too much attention to her 
breasts, so he slid his hands down her side, following her curves 
in on her small taut waist and back out on the flair of her hips.

He looked at her full lips and gave them a quick kiss.  She was 
no longer doll plastic and her lips were soft and inviting - but 
unresponsive.

A thought finally "occurred" to Matt.  He walked around behind 
this big doll and lifted her hair.  There on her back was the 
same small switch the doll had.  Wondering just what would 
happen, he touched the switch.

The doll immediately animated and announced, "Hi.  I'm Darci.  
What can I do for you today?"  Then she looked around until she 
spotted Matt, who had quickly stepped back the moment she had 
started talking and moving.  Her voice, unlike the smaller 
doll's, was a beautiful, mellow contralto.

Darci looked at Matt and announced, "Hey, you're my size now."

"Actually, I think you're my size," he told her.

Darci looked around the room before declaring, "You're right!"

"So how do you feel?"

Darci looked down at her body and ran her hands over herself.  
Then she looked up.

"I feel...wonderful.  I feel I can do anything now."  With that 
she started dancing around the room.  And much as it was fun to 
watch a ten-inch Darci walk around, a full-sized Darci in motion 
was simply amazing, although a little bit scary as well.  Ten-
inch Darci only did what she was told.  Full-sized Darci didn't 
seem to feel all those same constraints.

While Matt watched, Darci stopped to feel her body again, paying 
special attention to her breasts.  Then, apparently feeling her 
dress was getting in her way, Darci pulled the straps off her 
shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  And that was all she was 
wearing.  And while ten-inch Darci may have had boobs and hips, 
full-sized Darci had all that in addition to being very 
anatomically correct right down to her naval and light brown 
pubic hair.  If this correctness extended any further, Matt 
couldn't see it yet.

She started dancing again, exulting in her freedom, impossibly 
balanced on her heels, while Matt felt things were getting out of 
hand.  She was enjoying every aspect of being a feeling, free-
spirited woman, and maybe she was just a little too free here.

"Darci.  Come here please."

Darci immediately stopped dancing and bounded over to Matt.

"What can I do for you?" she asked brightly, using the same 
phrase ten-inch Darci used when waiting for her next command.

Matt was feeling that this situation should be controlled before 
it got further out of hand and they were discovered.

"Please turn around and pull your hair out of the way," he 
commanded.  The same phrase he used to ten-inch Darci.

Darci immediately knew what was coming.  She cast her eyes down 
and pushed her lower lip out in a pout.  But she did as 
instructed, managing to turn around, balanced on her toes, 
exactly in place.  Then she reached around behind her neck to 
pull her hair away.

Matt was reaching for the spot below her neck when she said, "I 
wish you wouldn't turn me off."

"Why not?" Matt replied.

"Well, I had really hoped now that we were the same size that we 
could do some things together that we couldn't do before.  Now 
that I can actually do it and enjoy it, I mean."

This was an interesting turn.  "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Well," she said, still facing away from him.  "When I felt 
myself getting big I made sure my vagina was exactly the right 
size for your thing.  And I'm really enjoying being able to feel 
myself now."

"Now how would you know my size?" Matt asked, very surprised now 
at how this way playing out.

"Remember when before you turned me off, you got undressed and 
ready for bed in front of me.  You must have enjoyed commanding 
me around - I liked it too - and I sort of saw all of you."

"I don't know if I believe that or not.  You were just a doll 
then.  What else did I do?"

Without taking her hand away from her hair, Darci did her same 
little trick of tiny steps turning around in exactly in place.  
This put her breasts about an inch away from Matt's chest, and 
her eyes not much further.  Then she reached down with her other 
hand, took Matt's hand and pressed his fingers first against his 
lips, then against hers, and finally back to his again in the 
kiss he had given her.

Matt smiled at this and realized that all of this had left him 
very sexually interested.  It seemed that Darci's breasts weren't 
the only piece of anatomy about to bridge the narrow gap between 
them.  But he knew how he wanted this to be.

"Turn back around again and wait for me," he told her.  He saw 
doubt in her eyes, but she did exactly as she was told still 
holding her hair away from her naked back.

Matt stepped away and removed his robe.  At this moment in this 
fantasy he wanted Darci now.

He came back up behind her, and without a word leaned against her 
while wrapping his hands around her waist.  She was as warm and 
soft as any woman he could imagine.  As he pressed his most 
pressing male anatomy against her, he slid his hands up her chest 
to first cup, then squeeze, her large breasts.  He hands quickly 
found her large, firm nipples.  While he was enjoying holding a 
woman his height and size, Darci closed her eyes with a soft sigh 
and relaxed a bit back against him.

For a long time Matt just held Darci against his chest while 
massaging hers.  Then he bent down and started to kiss her ear 
and lick her neck, eliciting even more contented sighs out of 
her.

Finally he slid his hands slowly down over her stomach, as he 
would have with any woman - giving her time to realize where he 
was headed and protest if she wished.  Darci uttered no such 
protest, but instead spread her legs a bit and pushed her bum 
back against Matt's erection.

Matt's hands paused over her soft, neatly trimmed pubic hair, 
then slid between her legs to verify that she was fully and 
completely anatomically correct.  Darci gave her most heartfelt 
moan yet, as though she had been waiting for this moment her 
entire life.  She let Matt gently explore her female regions.  
Though he quickly found moisture, she let him continue to explore 
her there for long minutes, while wordlessly conveying her 
increasing excitement at finally being able to enjoy such 
intimate touch.   Perhaps, if she had erased all previous 
experience in this area from her memory for this game, it really 
was her first experience.  Finally she carefully turned around 
once more in-place, while remaining in his embrace.

Matt looked into Darci's beautiful eyes that appeared moist to 
the edge of tears.  She reached out and pulled him in for a soft 
kiss that quickly turned into a long, deep one.

Finally they broke apart and stepped back just enough so that 
Darci could take Matt's hand.  Without a word she led him over to 
the bed.  Without letting go she sat, then lay down on the bed, 
opening her legs fully.  Her gentle tug pulled a very willing 
Matt down on top of, then into her.  And she was right.  Matt was 
a perfect fit.

Matt made slow love to her for what seemed an endless period.  He 
lost count of the number of increasingly fervent orgasms she had. 
 He had a couple very good ones himself.

Finally in exhaustion from the long day, Matt rolled off of her 
and she turned onto her side to again hold him close.

The last words he remembered hearing from Darci were, "Thank you 
for such a wonderful evening.  And for letting me be me."

Matt spent the rest of the night cuddled with Darci - not worried 
about Lisa.  He knew she would understand.

When Darci left the next morning she told Matt, "Now you're my 
Special Friend too."

<Lisa will return tomorrow>

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