The Lengths One Will Go To
By Mythical Traveller


Joe stepped through the door of Sean's apartment in his forty thousand dollar designer 
suit, fashionably late, as always. He walked through the grand living room and found 
his friend precisely where he expected him to be; monkeying around with that huge 
contraption he'd built in the apartment's second bedroom. Contraption was an 
adequate description as it was more than just a powerful computer. Sean was lying 
down on the floor, his head inside the legspace of the desk that had become part of the 
massive machine's structure. He was balancing a laptop on his belly and had a digital 
multimeter resting beside him. Both devices were attached to the large machine by 
multiple wires.

"Any luck?" Joe asked, in a caring tone. Sean huffed in frustration.

"I... I found an anomaly in the memory bus feeds. It has structure, like a subroutine... I 
don't know where it came from... It shouldn't be there," Sean answered. Joe nodded 
solemnly, remaining polite despite his disdain for technical babble, even if he 
understood it, which in this case he did not.

"Jeez, Sean, you're not even dressed!" Joe sighed.

"What?" Sean asked in a slightly offended tone. He ran his eye briefly over his track 
pants and rumpled t-shirt sporting a clever joke about binary math on the front, before 
turning his attention back to the line of circuit boards he was examining.

"We're going to check out Trovila? That new exclusive bar?" Joe reminded his 
absent-minded friend. "There's no way in hell they're gonna let you in like that! 
Where's that new suit we got you last month?"

"That was tonight?" Sean inquired in a disbelieving tone.

"Yes, Sean," Joe replied.

"I thought we were going Friday?" Sean argued.

"It IS Friday," Joe responded with a chuckle, as Sean crossed the boundary between 
frustrating and absurd. "Come on, get dressed, man, Constance is waiting down in the 
car..."

"Y'know, I wrote a new program to do a diagnostic on the motive processors this 
afternoon. I was kind of hoping to run through it tonight, so why don't you guys just 
go ahead without me?" Sean asked, sheepishly admitting he'd forgotten all about his 
promise to his old friend.

"No way in hell are you backing out of this, man," Joe asserted without missing a 
beat. "You swore you were coming out with us tonight. Besides, you've been working 
on that thing..."

"Her name is Casey," Sean insisted, defensively.

"Fine," Joe acknowledged indignantly. "You've been working on Casey non-stop for 
four days! Face it, man, you need a break! Maybe a little recreation will clear your 
head, or something," he offered, trying to sound wise. "Come on, get dressed and 
we'll hit the town," Joe walked over to Sean, physically lifted the laptop off of his 
belly and offered him a hand up. He knew that a pro-active approach was the only 
way he would actually get Sean to abandon his work for a few hours. Sean eyed Joe's 
hand sceptically for a second, before taking it with a conceding sigh. After Joe helped 
him up, Sean turned towards the large, humming machine.

"Me and Joe are going out for a few hours, Cas... oh," he said by force of habit, before 
remembering that the large machine had mysteriously become dormant four days ago. 
Joe put his arm comfortingly around his friend's shoulder as he escorted him off to his 
bedroom to change for their night out.


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Joe and Sean had met during their freshman year of highschool. Joe wasn't exactly a 
white night in shining armour, but he did not like bullies, and one day he found 
himself saving the skin of a geeky little kid named Sean Adams. The two quickly 
became friends. Initially, Joe exploited their friendship to get test answers and essay 
help from Sean, but after a while he started to appreciate Sean as a true friend, and 
began treating him as such. He found it hard sometimes to put up with Sean's geek-
speak about computer concepts well over Joe's head, but they both liked first-person-
shooter games and had similar tastes in music, movies and girls and so the friendship 
blossomed.

One day, during their junior year, Sean excitedly came up to Joe and announced that a 
major computer company was offering to buy the rights to some revolutionary 
software he'd developed, for fifty thousand dollars. Sean's software would allow a 
computer to understand many plain-English instructions, given by vocal command. 
But before Sean signed the contract that the company had drafted, Joe looked it over 
and realized that his friend was getting screwed. He advised Sean to get a patent for 
his software and hammer out a new deal where Sean would get paid royalties. When it 
became apparent just how profitable Joe's intervention had been, Sean cut Joe in for 
an equal share of his profits. The software's massive success had made the two 
friends rich beyond their wildest dreams.

Together, they founded `Optimal Coding Inc.', a computer software and hardware 
company created to develop and promote all of Sean's smaller (but no less brilliant) 
innovations to the world of computing. Between Sean's clever designs and Joe's 
business sense, the company had made both men billionaires.

After a few years, Sean retired from an active role in the company (although he still 
remained a majority shareholder) and Joe became the sole CEO. Sean essentially 
became a consultant, who was only ever approached by the company when a problem 
came up that was so baffling nobody else could solve it.

"Hellooo... Earth calling Sean," Joe said in a sing-song voice as he waved his hand 
around about six inches from Sean's face, shaking him from his reverie. "We're here, 
man..." Sean looked out of the limo's window and found that they had parked in front 
of a clean, newly constructed building, in a locale that Sean didn't immediately 
recognize. The entrance was oddly plain looking, and there were no signs or windows 
to indicate what kind of business resided within, although the smartly-dressed 
bouncers on either side of the door made it kind of obvious that the building was 
either a bar or club.

The limo driver stepped lively over to the curbside door and opened it for the two 
billionaires and their guest. Twenty-two year old Constance was the first to step out, 
wearing the expensive red dress her rich lover had bought her. She was very 
attractive, as Joe's taste in women necessitated. Sean could not help but notice that 
she was also genuinely friendly, if a little ditzy. He hadn't had a great many 
encounters with her, but Constance always treated him very kindly and 
sympathetically, especially tonight. She also seemed very fond of Joe himself, not just 
his money. Sean got the impression that she wasn't just in the relationship for `fun', 
as Joe was. He wondered how long it would be before she bought up the possibility of 
moving in with Joe (or worse yet, marriage) and wind up getting dumped. Joe wasn't 
a cold guy, it was just that all he wanted at this stage in his life was sex with hot 
women. That being said, he was monogamous enough to have only one sexual 
relationship at a time.

Joe was the next to step out, politely thanking the limo driver as he did so. He placed 
an arm around the small of Constance's back and turned to make sure that Sean was 
about to exit the limo without needing another call back to reality. As he had hoped, 
Sean was right behind him. The trio strolled over to the building's entrance together. 
The imposing bouncers each grabbed one of the double doors and opened them for the 
establishment's wealthy guests.

"Enjoy your evening, Mr.Strohm," one of the bouncers said in a deep voice.

"Thanks," Joe acknowledged. Joe was somewhat of an authority on the city's most 
exclusive hot spots and, in all likelihood, he had met the bouncer at some other bar or 
nightclub, though Joe didn't remember him. Sean didn't receive a greeting. Thanks to 
his reclusive role in his own company, Sean wasn't as well known as Joe, despite the 
fact he was still one of the richest men in the city. But he didn't mind; fame didn't 
hold much interest for him.

Inside, the bar had a much livelier design that it's humble exterior. The walls were a 
mix of mostly light green and purple, with some other colors. While the main bar area 
was illuminated by white light, the perimeter of the large, irregularly-shaped room 
was bathed in lights of many colors. It was virtually impossible to tell, from a 
distance, if the color of any given section of wall was genuine, or a lighting effect. 
The walls were all adorned with bizarre paintings that made Picasso's works look as 
realistic as Da Vinci's. Along the far wall of the room were several oddly designed 
booths, with the seats all angling steeply away from each other; a person sitting on the 
end of one seat would've been about eight feet away from his counterpart on the 
opposite seat. Sean sighed as he lamented the death of conventional, practical 
architecture. The speakers were piping in new age music in another language (it 
sounded like French), but at a low volume, allowing people to talk without shouting at 
each other.

Everybody in the room was dressed in attire that looked very expensive. The crowd 
was a healthy mix of males and females, although there didn't seem to be too many 
people in there who were older than thirty-five.

"You wanna get a booth?" Joe asked his companions. Both Constance and Sean 
nodded and the three of them strolled over to an unoccupied booth on the other side of 
the room. They hadn't long sat down before they were greeted a waiter.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked the party. Joe ordered a peach Schnapps, 
having discovered several years ago that his German heritage had seeped in to his 
taste for alcoholic beverages. Constance ordered a Zima and Sean, a vodka martini.

"Yes sir, Mr.Bond," the waiter replied facetiously. Sean chuckled, happy to see that 
the staff weren't devoid of personality. The waiter then walked off to fill the order.

"So... Not bad, eh?" Joe said with a beaming smile, gesturing towards a group of very 
attractive women.

"Yeah, it's pretty good," Sean replied, in an unconvincing tone, completely missing 
Joe's signal to check out the available tail. Though even if he had got the message, it 
was unlikely that Sean's interest would have been sparked. Like any red-blooded 
straight man, Sean was aroused by the sight of an attractive woman. But he had 
learned from experience that nothing made him more painfully aware of his own 
geekiness than trying to converse with a pretty woman. Sean had virtually nothing in 
common with the women he met, and after the initial meaningless small talk, they had 
very little to discuss. He meant well, but Joe's numerous attempts to set Sean up with 
the best-looking women in town had actually made Sean feel lonelier.

"Oh come on, man. Look at where we are!" Joe replied in an excited tone, "Who 
would have thought the last two guys to get dates for the prom would ever get to see a 
place like this? I mean, this place is VIP only! You see who's over there? Sabrina 
Bretodeau."

"Oh my god!" Constance gasped, upon realising that the world famous fashion model 
was in the bar. "My god, she really is a stick figure, isn't she?"

"Still, as stick figures go..." Joe mused, running an approving eye over the distant 
model, who was too busy talking to her own companions to notice Joe's gaze. The 
model was wearing a virtually backless black dress that was so small, no woman of 
average, healthy girth could've hoped to wear it. Constance shot Joe a sly smirk, 
knowing that he was only yanking her chain with his remark. "Trust me, Sean," Joe 
said, returning his attention to his friend, "You're gonna have a great time here. We're 
gonna set you up with one of these babes and in a few hours you won't even be 
thinking about your computer."

"She's not just a computer, Joe," Sean explained. "I think Casey's really it; artificial 
intelligence. And..." he paused, with a remorseful sigh, "I think she's gone."

"Gone? What? You mean, like, dead?" Constance asked, showing genuine interest. 
Joe opened his mouth as if he was about to advise her not to encourage Sean's 
melancholy, but Sean cut him off.

"Yeah. Dead," he replied.

"What happened to her?" Constance asked in a kind voice.

"I don't know," Sean answered quietly, with a shrug. "Maybe it was some inherent 
design flaw that caused a critical software failure..."

"Listen, Sean," Joe said as he leaned closer to his friend, "in all the years I've known 
you, I've never seen you come across a computer glitch that you can't solve. You're 
gonna fix this. You always do!"

"I hope you're right," Sean sighed.

"Of course I'm right!" Joe declared in a much more jovial tone. He continued 
grinning in Sean's direction until his ridiculous happiness prompted a smirk and a 
chuckle from his downhearted friend. "Stop worrying, man, and enjoy yourself. 
We're in the hottest bar in town!"

Sean appreciated the wisdom of Joe's words, but it was hard advice for him to follow. 
Once Joe and Constance had slipped in to their own conversation, Sean's mind began 
to drift back to thoughts of Casey.

It had been, by far, the most emotional endeavour Sean had ever embarked upon. 
He'd invested over two years of his life in creating the twelve custom processors and 
base software for his attempt at creating artificial intelligence. The entire massive 
machine took three months to assemble, and since it became operational, he'd spent 
just over a year watching the perpetually active software grow and learn and develop. 
There had been so many `eureka!' moments when the unit had exhibited new 
behaviour beyond that of a normal computer.

Sean had called the high-tech machine `the CASE'; Computerized Artificial Sentient 
Entity. When the software had developed enough for Sean to communicate with it, he 
addressed it as `Casey', based off what he'd called the machine running it. He gave 
the machine a speech synthesizer with a feminine voice, mostly because Sean didn't 
have many female friends to talk to.

Through the internet, Casey learned much about life and the world. Sean could clearly 
see that `she' was evolving without any reprogramming by him. Her speech went 
from cold and robotic to sounding more natural - shortening phrases like "can not" to 
their more often used contractions, like "can't". Over the course of a week, Casey 
reprogrammed her own speech synthesizing software to allow herself to speak in 
varying tones, so she could express emphasis and (what seemed like) emotion. After a 
few months, Sean began subjecting Casey to `emotional IQ' tests, designed for the 
psychological assessment of humans. Not only were Casey's scores surprisingly high, 
they were also continuously improving.

He began teaching her poetry and, after a little initial guidance, Casey became very 
good at deducing the emotional context behind the words. He began telling her `knock 
knock' jokes, a few at a time and after a few days, one of them prompted a laugh from 
the computer. Several days later, Sean was surprised to hear Casey laughing 
spontaneously. When he asked her why she was laughing, she answered that she had 
just found a funny joke on the internet, which she then shared with him. Less than a 
month later, Casey was making up jokes by herself! At first they were about generic 
characters and at the expense of celebrities like George Dubya, but she was soon 
making good-natured jokes at Joe's expense and even her own.

With all the time he spent with her, it was inevitable that Sean would open up to 
Casey about personal things, such as childhood memories, his political and religious 
beliefs and his history with Joe. He talked about interesting computer ideas he'd put 
on the backburner when he began the CASE project and he talked about his secret 
loneliness and his yearning for a girlfriend with whom he felt some real chemistry. At 
first, Sean felt silly whenever he caught himself having deep and meaningful 
conversations with Casey. But then over the months, he became convinced that there 
was nothing to feel ashamed of, as she seemed to understand everything he said to 
her.

He installed cameras, speakers and microphones throughout the apartment, so that he 
could interact with Casey wherever he went. After a couple of days, though, he 
removed the camera in the bedroom, as he felt embarrassed about masturbating in bed 
at night with Casey watching.

As a test of how useful an assistant Casey could be in a person's everyday life, Sean 
wired Casey into the control center of his fully automated penthouse apartment. The 
experiment was incredibly successful. Casey had a pot of coffee hot and ready to pour 
every morning when Sean came in to the kitchen for breakfast. She always kept the 
apartment at a comfortable temperature and well lit (unless Sean was away or asleep). 
One evening Sean excused himself from Casey's presence to go and have a warm 
bath.

"Okay, Sean. You'll find that I've already drawn a bath for you," Casey responded 
(Even the apartment's bath was automated, thanks to its electronic taps.)

"Thanks, Casey... But when did you draw it?" Sean asked, fearing the bath would be 
cold by now if she'd drawn it an hour ago.

"It finished filling 37.129 seconds ago," Casey replied. It turned out she had learned 
to use his posture and subconscious stretching to estimate when Sean would want to 
bathe.



Casey's development had surpassed Sean's wildest expectations and it gave him a 
sense of personal satisfaction that he had not felt in a very long time.

Then, without rhyme or reason, Sean woke up one morning to find that no coffee had 
been boiled for him. He spoke to Casey's kitchen interface, but there was no response. 
When he checked the CASE machine itself, he could find no trace of Casey within. 
The machinery was intact, as was the base operating system, but the program that 
made up Casey's personality, and all the data - everything she had ever learned or 
thought, was gone. Since then, Sean had been obsessively checking every digital nook 
and cranny of the massive CASE hardware, desperately hoping that Casey had 
somehow been relegated to a minor circuit where he could still recover her. But as 
time went on, it became more and more likely that the Casey Sean knew had been 
permanently erased.

Sean was shaken from his depressing thoughts by an arm coming down in front of 
him. The waiter had returned and placed his vodka martini on the table. By the time 
Sean realized what had happened, the waiter was already halfway back to the bar. 
Sean felt a little guilty for not thanking him. It was only after the waiter had turned to 
step behind the bar that Sean first noticed her.

In a room full of attractive young women, this stunning creature's allure made the 
competition fade into obscurity. She was a burning sun in a sky of twinkling stars. 
Her simple but stylish cocktail dress was like a dark blue skin that flowed over every 
sensuous curve of her luscious form. On Sean's side, a long, creamy leg dangled 
enticingly out of a part in the dress that extended downwards from her lower thigh. 
The curvature of her chest was very prominent; her breasts had to be C cups at the 
very least. Her skin was slightly paler than an average caucasian woman, seeming to 
suggest that she didn't spend much of her day in the sun. Then again, perhaps it was 
the bright white lights of the bar.

Her light brown hair was tied back into a fat ponytail at the back of her skull. It 
ballooned rapidly after it passed the hair tie, then tapered down in to a long wisp that 
danced across the bare skin between her shoulderblades whenever she moved her 
head. Her face, at least seen in profile, was absolutely gorgeous. In a word, she was 
sexy; that true kind of sexy that wasn't deliberate or forced, but rather just a natural 
aura that precious few women allowed to flower.

She was sitting at the bar, some clear beverage in her hand, her gaze directed at no 
particular point on the bar's back wall. But then, by sheer good fortune, she turned her 
head and noticed Sean staring at her. Her entrancing brown eyes met with his and her 
mouth curved upwards in a welcoming smile.

"Hi," she mouthed with her tender lips. A shiver of excitement danced up Sean's 
spine. He was about to respond to the lovely creature in kind when Joe interrupted.

"...So whaddaya think? Sean?" Joe asked. To what he was referring, Sean had no idea.

"Hmm?" Sean mumbled, turning his attention back to Joe.

"I said..." Joe began, turning his head to see what had been distracting Sean. He 
paused briefly as he noticed the attractive young woman. "Whoa..." he blurted, "Is she 
a stunner! You have taste, my friend, you have taste. So you gonna go chat her up 
solo, or do you want a wing man?"

Sean turned his gaze back to the unknown woman and was disheartened to see that 
another guy had already pounced upon her. He was standing on her far side, 
attempting to charm her. Sean was so disappointed, he hadn't even noticed that the 
woman was brushing her would-be suitor away like an annoying fly.

"You really have a one track mind, Joe," Sean replied in a sarcastic tone, acting as if 
he had felt no special attraction to the woman.

"Don't go pretending that you're not interested," Joe countered, seeing through his 
friend's ruse, "I know that look, man, I've been using it myself ever since my voice 
broke. Admit it; you're sweet on that little honey."

"Excuse me," a smooth feminine voice interrupted. Sean, Joe and Constance turned 
their heads and were shocked to find the woman they'd been talking about standing 
just in front of their booth, drink in hand. "Sorry to bother you," the attractive female 
continued, "but I'm a bit of a neat freak. I couldn't help but notice that you've got two 
people sitting on one side and only one on the other. I was wondering if perhaps I 
could join you to even things out?" She spoke in a facetious tone and with a sly smirk 
that eliminated any doubt about her statement being a flimsy pretext. The jaws of all 
three people in the booth fell slack.

"Oh my god," Joe chuckled loudly, scarcely able to believe the radical change in 
Sean's luck with women. "Please... do," he answered with a broad smile, gesturing 
towards the empty space beside his friend.

"Thanks," the woman responded, before slipping deftly in to the booth. Sean's heart 
started racing as she sat down right beside him. It beat even faster when the enigmatic 
beauty's arm brushed against his own as she rested her drink on the table. She was 
flashing him a friendly smile the entire time that made Sean feel like he was ready to 
melt. Moments after she was sitting comfortably, Sean's gaze dipped impulsively 
down the low neckline of her dress and stopped for a second upon her admirable 
display of cleavage, before he realised what he was doing and quickly turned his eyes 
back to her face. An understanding smirk flashed across the woman's face, suggesting 
that she didn't mind him sneaking a peek. Sean chuckled awkwardly.

"I'm Joe, this is Constance, and that chatterbox over there is my man Sean," Joe 
introduced.

"Rebecka," the beauty replied with a smile.

Rebecka sat with the group for over two hours, her obvious interest in Sean never 
cooling throughout the entire evening. The mood at the table was bright and lively, 
with an enjoyable conversation being perpetuated for the duration of their stay. Joe 
and Sean somehow got in to a competition about who could tell the most 
embarrassing highschool story about the other, which produced a symphony of 
laughter from the two women.

Early on, it became quite apparent that, along with her physical allure, Rebecka was 
also quite intelligent. And as it turned out, she was in a similar line of work to the two 
gentlemen, as Sean was told that she developed robotics when he inquired about her 
job. As the night progressed, he became more and more smitten with this intriguing 
woman. Although Sean didn't realise it at the time, Joe had been right; he was 
enjoying himself so much that he hadn't thought about Casey once since Rebecka had 
joined them.

As the hour hand crept closer to twelve, Joe explained (untruthfully) to Rebecka that 
the group had planned to head back to Sean's place for some more drinks and he 
invited her to join them. It was an offer that Rebecka was not about to pass up. Joe 
phoned his limo driver and instructed him to be outside the bar in five minutes. Sean 
settled the group's bill (insisting on paying for Rebecka's drinks) and then they left.

When the group returned to Sean's apartment, Joe suggested that Sean open a bottle 
of fine red wine that he knew his friend kept. Sean had bought the bottle several years 
ago to share with Joe when Optimal Coding's net worth surpassed five billion dollars. 
As it turned out, the company celebrated the milestone with a massive corporate 
party, making a private celebration between the two founders unnecessary.

Seconds after Sean had uncorked the bottle, Joe loudly announced that he'd 
completely forgotten that he and Constance were booked on a midnight flight to Paris, 
and the couple politely excused themselves, leaving Sean alone with Rebecka. Being 
left to fly solo made Sean somewhat nervous. He had hoped he would get to be alone 
with Rebecka, but he didn't expect Joe to abandon him so soon. It had been over two 
years since his last date, and Sean was afraid his charm might have been rusty.

Rebecka was waiting happily in Sean's living room when he stepped out of the 
kitchen with two glasses of red wine. She didn't seem to have been fazed by the 
sudden departure of their company.

"You have a lovely view," she complemented with a smile as she accepted the glass 
her host was offering. "May I?" she asked, gesturing towards the balcony door.

"Of course," Sean responded. Rebecka lead the way out to the enormous balcony with 
Sean close behind. As she stepped over to the concrete handrail to admire the view, 
Sean closed the glass door behind him, so as to keep the cool air out of the apartment. 
When he turned around, he noticed Rebecka was holding one of her bare arms with 
the opposite hand, as if she was cold. Sean removed his jacket and chivalrously placed 
it around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said, with a smile that filled Sean with more warmth than any piece of 
clothing ever could. They stood in silence together for a minute or two, sipping their 
wine as they stared across the sea of orange tungsten lights and white flurescents, 
before Rebecka sighed. "It really is beautiful, isn't it?" she said.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," Sean agreed, having never really taken time to enjoy the 
nighttime view from his own balcony before. Standing close to her, he became aware 
of a subtle and very pleasant perfume that Rebecka was wearing. He hadn't detected it 
earlier, because it had been masked by Constance's more potent, but far less 
appealing fragrance.

"It's easy to see why moths are so drawn to the lights, isn't it? That's where all the 
action is. Most of the city is turning in for the night... falling asleep, but there are still 
some stories in progress out there. Maybe an office assistant pulling an all-nighter to 
impress a boss he looks up to... A new mother who's just been woken up because it's 
time for a midnight feeding... A cop on the graveyard shift waking up and getting 
ready for work..." Rebecka mused.

"A couple of strangers getting to know each other. Maybe not quite sure what to say 
next..." Sean offered.

"...But somehow making it work, nonetheless," Rebecka added in an encouraging 
tone, before taking another sip of her wine. "Even shrouded in darkness, this city is so 
full of life. It's beautiful," she said. Sean nodded, a smile crossing his face as he 
pondered such a romantic interpretation of a landscape that was mostly gaunt and 
artificial.

"So tell me; If you were a moth, and had all those lights to chose from, what would 
you most like to see?" he asked. A moment later, he felt a warm feminine hand being 
placed upon his cheek, guiding his gaze over to Rebecka so that she could give him 
her answer; a long, decisive kiss. By the time her lips eventually pulled away from 
his, a level of heat had built up in Sean's body that made him feel like he was two 
seconds from spontaneously combusting. She shot him a lingering glance that was 
heavy with implication as she strolled leisurely over to the door and back in to the 
apartment. Sean stood at the edge of the balcony for several seconds, in a state of 
euphoric shock, before a voice in his mind suggested that the stunning woman wanted 
him to follow her.

As Sean stepped back inside, Rebecka made her way in to the master bedroom, 
flashing him a mischievous smile as she disappeared from view. He stepped lively 
over to the bedroom, his body tingling with anticipation. Rebecka was standing beside 
the bed and had already removed Sean's jacket when he entered the room. Her half-
full wineglass was sitting by the clock radio on the nightstand. Sean subconsciously 
placed his own glass of wine upon a nearby chest of drawers and stepped over to the 
enchanting creature, gently drawing her closer for a second kiss. As their lips danced 
slowly but intently across each other, Sean gently caressed the side of her head.

When the kiss ended, Sean began to pull away, but Rebecka quickly leaned forward 
and kissed him again, with a little more passion, this time. As they kissed, Sean felt 
Rebecka beginning to unbutton his eight thousand dollar shirt (that he had only 
bought at Joe's insistence), starting from the collar and working her way down. The 
motions of her hands were not urgent; they were calm, yet assertive, much as her 
demeanour had been all night. Even when the last button was undone, Rebecka did 
not rush to finish their increasingly enjoyable kiss. It did not last forever, though. 
Rebecka pulled away from Sean slowly, and turned her back to him.

"Unzip me?" she asked. Sean was only too eager to comply and pulled the zipper of 
her dress down slowly, partially to maintain the arousing pace of their foreplay, 
partially to prevent it from snagging. Gradually, as the sides of the zip fell apart, Sean 
a caught sight of her white bra strap, and more of the smooth creamy skin of her back. 
The zip was almost entirely undone when Sean noticed a small rough patch of skin on 
the right side of her back... and also on the left, in exactly the same place! Two scars, 
about an inch long each, roughly over her kidneys.

When the zip was undone, Rebecka slipped the slackened straps of the dress off her 
shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her white bra, panties 
and shoes. She soon took care of the latter, slipping her feet out of the shoes and the 
dress all at once.

Sean continued to stare at the unsightly scars on Rebecka's back. They were too small 
to be from a transplant. They almost looked like the aftermath of removed tattoos. 
Rebecka turned her head to gaze back at Sean, with desire in her eyes. The 
playfulness retreated from her expression, ever so slightly, when she noticed the 
pensive look upon Sean's face. It didn't take her long to realize what he was puzzling 
over.

"They're from a procedure I needed when I was little," she explained in a warm 
voice.

"Oh," Sean replied, his curiosity only partially satisfied. He was eager to know more, 
but at the moment, he was even more eager to know Rebecka, in the biblical sense. It 
would take a lot more than two little inches of imperfect skin to cool his ardor for 
such a captivating woman.

"Don't worry," Rebecka laughed, as she turned to face him in near-naked glory, "I'm 
perfectly healthy. You don't have to be gentle with me... if you don't want to."

Sean chuckled, Rebecka's playful attitude putting him at ease, somewhat. She got the 
pre-coital ritual back on track by giving him another long, tender kiss. Sean's lips 
were still closed, but did not resist when Rebecka pushed her tongue between them. 
Teasingly, she did not stray more than a fraction of an inch past his teeth, as if 
beckoning him to meet her half way. Sean got the message and began brushing the tip 
of his tongue over hers.

One of Sean's hands was softly caressing her body, timidly venturing no lower than 
her shoulders, as he wasn't used to the delightful feel of smooth feminine skin. His 
other hand had just begun to unzip his fly when Rebecka took it in her gentle grasp 
and drew it over to her own body. She placed his hand upon her panties and began to 
guide it slowly down her mons and completely across her privates. Sean silently 
admonished himself for being so eager, remembering that just because he was `ready' 
didn't mean that his partner was, too. To his surprise, though, he soon felt Rebecka 
unzipping his fly herself.

Taking his cue from her, Sean began to rub her sex backwards and forwards. His 
motions provoked soft moans from her almost immediately. With each stroke, his 
fingers pressed into her most enticing flesh more firmly. Before long, he could feel 
copious moisture seeping through the thin cotton cover and filling the narrow valleys 
between his fingers. Rebecka's lips drifted absently away from his, but Sean 
continued to kiss and nuzzle the side of her gorgeous face.

Once she had tended to his belt, Rebecka let gravity deal with her host's pants while 
she slipped her hand inside his briefs and found her prize, long and hard. She closed 
her fingers around his shaft and began to tenderly work his organ, stripping any 
lingering hints of softness away from his cock within the first few strokes.

"Oh yeah," Sean murmured, as a consuming buzz of pleasure began to permeate the 
length of his rod. After a while, he grew tired of the texture of Rebecka's panties and 
decided to slip his hand inside. His fingers were teased and tickled by the thin field of 
hair at the base of her mons, before discovering her unveiled sex. He resumed 
caressing her snatch, simply rubbing his fingers over her nether lips to begin with, and 
then slipping a finger between them. After a while, and several encouraging coos 
from Rebecka, Sean had a flashback from his sex-Ed classes and remembered that 
females had an epicenter of sexual pleasure. He moved his saturated fingers around a 
little and soon found her clit, which he proceeded to gently stroke. Rebecka's little 
noises of appreciation instantly doubled in volume.

Apparently, Rebecka's sensitive nub did not need much teasing as the attractive 
woman began to back away from her enamoured host after only a few seconds of 
clitoral stimulation. Her eyes were fixed on his, her delectable lips parted slightly in a 
playful smirk. She reached up towards her sternum and began to unlatch the clasp on 
the front of her bra with a teasing lack of haste. By the time she actually began to (oh 
so slowly) spread the cups apart, she had backed several feet away from Sean. A 
subtle sense of loss began to develop in Sean as Rebecka drifted out of his reach. It 
seemed that her desire was not to introduce her breasts as individual features, but to 
illustrate how well they accentuated the shape of her entire, ravishing body.

Sean's heart began to race again as he got his first glimpse of her gorgeous, naked 
mammaries. Each a mound of the most yielding flesh, with eye-catching pink nipples, 
soft in both texture and tone that pointed ever so slightly upward, almost staring Sean 
right in the eyes. Shallow but defined creases marked perfectly round outlines around 
the enticing orbs, starting from her armpits and curving all the way over to her 
sternum. As Rebecka had seemingly planned, Sean's mind fixated on her luscious 
breasts for only a moment before appreciating her hot, nearly naked body as a whole.

Without pause, Rebecka began to slip her damp panties off the second she was free of 
her bra. As the thin covering of white lace descended from around her private 
opening, Sean's overindulged eyes were treated to the sight of Rebecka's womanly 
vee, it's shaped sculpted by her silky thighs pressing in to her lithe pubic flesh. A 
sparse field of light brown hair covered her lovely mons.

With his sexy guest now standing before him buck naked, Sean found himself stuck in 
a state of mindless gawking. It had been a long time since he had let loose his load 
within a woman's body and (apart from the two occasions that Joe had taken him out 
to a strip club) he had never had a woman undress herself so sensuously for him. She 
trailed her hands up along the sides of her body, almost to her armpits, giving her 
breasts a brief lift along the way. Sean mumbled quietly, as if he wanted to respond, 
but couldn't find the words. Rebecka was so naturally attractive that the sight of her 
naked, alone, would have been enough to overwhelm him. Add to that the mix of 
female perfume and female arousal in the air and Sean had no chance. His cock 
throbbed with the desire to burrow deep into her luscious sex, but apart from that, 
Sean was at a loss as to how to respond to the wonderful situation.

Rebecka strolled back over to her fully erect host with an affectionate smirk. She ran 
her fingers up his pecks before removing his unbuttoned shirt, with moderate 
assistance from Sean. She felt his heart beating wildly and chuckled softly.

"Relax," she said in a warm voice. She pressed her lips upon his in a long, open-
mouthed kiss. Sean certainly did know how to respond to that. By the time it was 
over, Rebecka had apparently shaken Sean from his amorous trance. His heart rate 
had dropped by a few beats, as well. "You don't need to think about it... the pleasure 
just happens," she offered. "Just enjoy yourself, nature will do the rest."

Rebecka began to massage his shoulders as she moved in for another kiss. 
Meanwhile, Sean began to simultaneously remove his underwear and step out of his 
shoes. After the briefs were gone, the socks were next. Within seconds, he was naked, 
except for his wristwatch. When the kiss ended, Rebecka pulled away slowly and 
gazed in to Sean's eyes, a warm smile on her face. A sense of delighted musing 
seemed to wash over her and she gently exhaled a deep breath.

Sean's protruding maleness gravitated instinctively towards Rebecka's tender snatch. 
His entire body began to subconsciously edge closer to hers, closing the short distance 
between them. He reached forward slowly with one hand, his motion a little unsure, 
and grasped a breast, ever so gently. The intent in Rebecka's gaze did not falter in the 
slightest, and so Sean began to slowly knead the supple mound. Rebecka responded 
with a sound that was halfway between a purr and a chuckle - the kind a woman lets 
out when she is briefly tickled.

The tip of Sean's rod pressed itself in to her yielding mons, and Sean felt a new wave 
of desire surge through him. His masculine shaft had felt the caress of Rebecka's 
flesh, and now his desire was too powerful to rein in. He dove in quickly to steal 
another delicious kiss and Rebecka met him half way. As their lips ardently adored 
each other, Rebecka placed her hands on Sean's hips and guided him around until his 
back was to the bed. She pressed her bare hips firmly upon his rod as the passion of 
their kiss came to a head.

Then she moved her hands on to Sean's shoulders and pushed him gently down until 
he was sitting on the side of the bed. She leaned over him, placing her ample breasts 
only inches from his face. Taking the hint, Sean began to kiss and suckle the nearest, 
allowing his tongue to sample the euphoric taste of her velvety soft areola. She made 
that same delighted chuckle upon the first kiss, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

She soon felt Sean's fingers trailing gently across the surface of her other breast. He 
fondled the entire mound a couple times with a broad grasp, before stroking his thumb 
over and over the skin around the nipple, while his other fingers massaged the top and 
inner side of the youthful breast. The delicious mammaries seemed to have a low 
threshold for affection, as Sean had only been playing with them a few seconds before 
her areolae contracted to the size of pennies, and her previously shallow nipples 
became raised and remarkably hard. Sean's tongue found great amusement in briskly 
tickling the firm nipple he was suckling on. After a few more seconds, the building 
pleasure in her breasts prompted Rebecka to quietly moan.

She began to reciprocate his affection by running her fingers through his hastily-
combed hair, quickly returning it to the messy look it typically bore. Her other hand 
was firmly rubbing her labia, busily attempting to placate the hunger of her loins. But 
her desire was uncompromising. Within a couple of minutes of first offering her 
breasts to Sean, Rebecka had been overwhelmed by temptation. She lifted her legs, 
one at a time, off the fine carpet, and on to the mattress; one on either side of Sean. 
Then she came down to rest her weight on his lap, throwing her hips forward in the 
process and sending them colliding with Sean's belly, mashing his upright, rock-hard 
penis in between them. When her lovely breasts pulled away from his face, Sean took 
a second to catch his breath. He became aware that Rebecka's roasting womanhood 
was so close to his eager cock and it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't have any 
condoms in the house. His romantic life had been so lacklustre, he hadn't felt the need 
to buy any protection since he moved into the apartment three years ago.

"I don't suppose... you have any rubbers in your purse?" Sean gasped, as he wantonly 
kissed and nuzzled the side of her lovely neck.

"No," Rebecka declared in an indifferent tone. 

Sean's admittedly remote hope had been dashed, but his amorous body showed no 
intention of stopping, even though he knew in his mind that he should. Several 
seconds later, he had managed to control his raging lust enough to stop kissing her, 
although his arms were still holding her body to his with all their might. With every 
deep breath, his nose drew in more of the entrancing perfume that floated around her 
neck. It was a smell that conveyed a powerful message; "I am female. I am warmth. I 
am orgasmic ecstasy." Sean could not resist her fragrant offer.

"It's okay," she assured him in a breathy voice before nibbling his ear. "We don't 
need them."

"Bu..." Sean began in half-hearted protest, as Rebecka raised her hips and touched the 
slick lips of her privates against the tip of his rod.

"In a few seconds," she interrupted, "you won't care." Before she had even finished 
speaking, she had pressed her yielding labia over the head of his cock and taken him 
in to her sex. Sean's eyes clenched shut as her hot canal slid down the length of his 
maleness, drowning out every other thought and sensation in his body with its tight 
pleasure. Rebecka's arms tensed around his back and her jaw began to tremble as his 
cock inched deeper and deeper in to her wanton body. The walls of her snatch were 
pushed aside without compromise as Sean filled her with more delectable maleness 
than she thought her dainty nether valley could possibly contain.

Once the initial system shock of penetration had subsided, Sean could hear the alarm 
bells ringing in his mind. Rebecka was, obviously, the kind of woman who would 
sleep with strangers, and was evidently not a devout practitioner of safe sex. How 
could he rely on her being healthy? The situation was a disturbing deviation from 
Sean's highly-sensible nature, to say the least. But his cock was mired in paradise and 
it wasn't about to leave until it had fulfilled its purpose. Rebecka began to raise and 
lower her hips in ever so subtle movements, and any last hope Sean had of stopping 
the encounter was rapidly extinguished.

Despite not even being aware of them, Rebecka soon tended to Sean's uneasy 
thoughts with a tender, open-mouthed kiss. The taste of her warm lips was so satiating 
that within a few seconds, his worries had been reduced to a negligible sense of 
discomfort lingering in the back of his mind. He slipped a hand around the small of 
her back as he surrendered to his primal urges and began to caress her butt and the 
skin just above, in time with her motions. His fingers were spread wide, caressing 
both cheeks simultaneously, while his middle finger slipped in and out of the valley in 
between.

Rebecka made several breathy sighs that vaguely sounded like the words, "Oh yeah," 
as she continued to rise and descend upon his towering manhood. Her motions 
remained slow; her body was still adjusting to the sensation of Sean's rod filling her, 
probing her, teasing her most sensitive depths.

Sean was grateful for the tranquil start to their sex. Perhaps it was due to the absence 
of a condom (he had never fooled around without one before), but his cock had never 
felt such tightness. By now he'd realized that Rebecka would well and truly wear him 
out before the night was done. He had a growing urge to begin thrusting his maleness 
into her snatch as quickly and forcefully as he could, reaping every last drop of 
blinding ecstasy from her gorgeous body in a fit of lust. But on the other hand, he had 
no desire to lose his load within the next fifteen seconds, and so for the moment, he 
let his partner do the work, while he mused on his desires.

He was shaken from his racy imaginings by a feminine hand gently grabbing his own. 
She guided his idle paw back on to her breast. Sean eagerly took the hint and resumed 
kneading and caressing the ample orb, and occasionally pressing the erect nipple into 
the supple tissue.

His eyes had remained closed since she had mounted him. But as Rebecka moved her 
hand on to his shoulder, via a slow caress of his entire arm, Sean relaxed a little and 
allowed them to open. He found himself the target of a desirous gaze and playfully 
smirk, which together gave Rebecka a very sexy expression. She leaned forward to 
kiss him again, closing her eyes during, but shooting him that same inviting look as 
she pulled back afterwards.

Her gaze remained fixed upon him, her wild eyes betraying her intention to screw him 
as he had never been screwed before. But when the motion of Sean's maleness 
became too distracting, Rebecka let her eyes fall shut and her head drift. She began to 
moan loudly. By now the primal dance was well underway and her gyrations had 
grown considerably in both depth and speed. Sean had also become more dynamic 
and was instinctively rocking his butt on the mattress to increase their mutual 
pleasure. It took him some time to match her rhythm though, and for a while his cock 
would follow her slick womanhood as it lifted away, making the interaction of their 
privates less intense. However once he got the hang of it, the pair discovered a new 
level of bliss as the head of his adamant rod pushed through the entire length of her 
vagina with every cycle.

"Oh, yeah! Ooooh fuck yeah! Oooh don't stop.... Yeah!" Rebecka moaned in 
encouragement. Had Sean's expensive apartment not come with soundproofed 
bedrooms, she would have surely roused one or two of his neighbors. She began to 
grind her hips hard against Sean's every time she lifted away, giving her gyrations a 
kind of `rolling' motion.

"Oh, god! Oh my god!" Sean growled repeatedly, in a much quieter voice, as he 
struggled to keep his sperm from spilling into Rebecka's luscious body.

While her partner fought a losing internal battle, Rebecka had surrendered to the 
euphoric tempest surging from her loins. As she felt the buzz of impending climax 
begin to seep through every muscle, she transformed in to a mindless kissing 
machine. She thrust herself passionately upon her lover and began to adore him 
relentlessly with her lips, not seeming to care if she was kissing lip, cheek or nostril. 
Occasionally she would pause, but only long enough to catch her breath or let out an 
appreciative moan.

Sean tried to weather the barrage of affection, but he was helpless against the amount 
of raw sexuality that Rebecka was lavishing upon him. His anxious maleness was 
ready to blow its load at any moment. He moved his hands from her ass and chest to 
the sides of her hips and began to guide her gyrations.

"Are you `bout to come?" he gasped, in a brief instance where his lips were free from 
hers. The urgency in his voice was obvious.

"OOOOOOH! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried in response, much to Sean's 
relief. She lunged forward one last time to kiss and suck on her partner's lips in an 
amorous frenzy, as she let him guide her grinding hips to a mind-blowing climax.

"Oh Fuck!" Sean yelled, as his cock became a mighty geyser that painted the walls of 
her womb with lashings of male seed. A shockwave of rapture shot through his 
nervous system, causing virtually every muscle to tense and strain. His hands returned 
to her buttocks and squeezed them firmly, while pulling her heavenly abdomen closer. 
The weight of his body lifted off the mattress as his hips pushed his ejaculating 
manhood all the way inside her welcoming snatch.

Rebecka's lips languidly slipped away from Sean's as orgasm consumed her body. 
Her scalding womanhood tightened uncontrollably around his maleness, in an 
instinctive effort to milk him of every last drop. 

"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! OOOOOH YEAH!!! OOOOOOH, I LOVE IT!!!" she 
moaned loudly, right to Sean's face, as her cheek rested against his. Her legs wrapped 
around his torso, and the embrace of her arms became more ardent; one curled tightly 
around his back, the other sent its fingers plowing through his hair. Her lover had her 
hips locked in an unshakeable grasp, but that didn't deter Rebecka from rocking them 
back and forth as much as she could, to maintain some degree of motion between their 
sex organs. Every shift of his cock mad during her orgasm, however subtle, felt truly 
wonderful.

Then the two naked strangers sat there on the edge of the bed for several seconds, 
virtually motionless; a duet singing a wordless hymn of carnal abandon. Both of them, 
so elegantly dressed only minutes beforehand, so cerebral in their conversation, had 
been reduced to incoherent masses of sheer indulgence by the erotic touch of the 
opposite sex.

Eventually, Sean's desperate embrace began to quiver slack. His body had been 
depleted of both strength and semen. He fell backwards on to the soft mattress, 
pulling Rebecka, whose arms were still wrapped around his torso, down with him. It 
was somewhat uncomfortable at first, as Rebecka's legs were still encircling his lower 
body and the weight of his lower back was upon her calves. But he soon felt her 
pulling them out from under him. He summoned what little strength he had left to lift 
his weight off of her legs as much as he could, to make it easier for her. Once they 
had achieved a more comfortable position together, the two lovers relaxed and caught 
their breath.

"Oooooh... I can't believe we just did that," Rebecka sighed.

"Me either," Sean replied with heavy breath. A mild sinking feeling grew in his 
stomach as it occurred to him what they had just done. Unprotected sex... with a total 
stranger! Rebecka's body had been perfectly moulded to rock the world of whomever 
she slept with, but Sean couldn't help but worry that the ecstasy may have come at a 
cost to his health. Though, as unnerving as the situation was to a cautious man like 
Sean, his concerns had to contend with a wicked sense of post-coital contentment. 
Before long, the regrettable possibilities had been dismissed to the back of his mind, 
where they could not spoil the moment.

"I guess if a moth was watching that, he would've had a heart attack!" Sean joked.

"You're probably right," Rebecka chuckled. "But what a way to go!"

"Yeah," Sean smirked.

When her breathing had slowed somewhat, Rebecka once more felt an overwhelming 
urge to kiss Sean incessantly. Without opening her eyes, she let her lips drift aimlessly 
across the near side of his face for a while, padding warm affection wherever they 
went. Unlike the wild kisses she had given him while they mated, these were soft and 
slow, as if she was savouring every taste of his delicious skin. 

After a while, her lips seemed to tire of wandering and sought out a cosy home to 
settle upon. She gently placed a hand on Sean's cheek and turned his face towards 
her. Then she pressed their mouths together and began delighting him with sizzling 
intimacy. Her fingers lazily teased his hair, as their lips writhed slowly against each 
other in bursts of renewed interest. What they shared was either an unbroken chain of 
sensuous kisses, or a single, protracted gesture of profound attraction. Either way, the 
experience lasted many, many enjoyable minutes. About halfway through, Rebecka 
began to moan happily as Sean's reciprocation stirred warm feelings throughout her 
body.  

Sean had never experienced such tenderness before. In fact, it was starting to seem 
like he had received more kisses from Rebecka tonight than he had previously had in 
his entire life. While locked in that intoxicating kiss, he began to wonder what he had 
done to warrant such ardor from a perfect stranger, for he was no super-hunk. That's 
when he began to ponder if their meeting really had been a chance encounter. A bar as 
exclusive as Trovila would've been an ideal hunting ground for a sexy predator 
aiming to sleep her way in to a rich man's lifestyle. Rebecka had appeared not to 
know who he was or what he was worth, but that meant nothing. Sean let out a subtle, 
depressed sigh, as Rebecka's unrelenting kiss only fuelled his suspicions the longer it 
continued.

But at the moment, her motives did not matter. She had already seduced Sean to a 
point beyond rationality and, for tonight at least, he was at her mercy. Already, her 
kiss had begun to re-awaken his libido and he felt a renewed craving for the warmth 
of her womanhood growing in his rod. He manoeuvred his hand up to the side of her 
face and gently pulled her away from him.

"How `bout we get under the covers?" he suggested, realizing that if they didn't make 
the effort now, it would become a chore their exhausted bodies would have to endure 
after their next orgasm.

"Okay," Rebecka agreed with a smile. She rolled off of him, playfully stroking her 
fingers down his chest as she did so. Then she crawled over to the other side of the 
bed as Sean sat up, flashing him a brief, but clear flash of her ass and glistening 
femininity, that sent a fresh dose of arousal tingling through his rod. She lifted the 
cover and blanket and began to slide underneath, giving Sean a tantalizing front-on 
display of her body as it disappeared beneath the sheets. Her partner admired the 
erotic show in a daze for a second or two, before remembering that he was free to do 
much more than simply watch the alluring creature. He grabbed a touchscreen remote 
from the nightstand and turned the bedroom lighting down to 15%, then hastily 
climbed under the covers with his lovely guest. Rebecka chuckled at his sudden 
excitement.

Once they were in bed together, the two lovers shuffled towards each other, meeting 
in the center of the king-sized mattress. They embraced as their bodies met and 
wasted no time in resuming their kissing. Rebecka's hips pressed gently against 
Sean's and her warm, yielding breasts were mashed against his chest. She had hooked 
one of her calves around behind one of his, while her other leg stroked up and down 
his calf and ankle with her big toe. Sean had slipped a hand around her waist to caress 
the small of her back and her ass.

Their kisses began to quickly build momentum once they had gotten into bed, no 
longer calmly brushing their lips across each other's, but now assertively declaring 
their carnal intentions. Sean could feel her pliant mons rocking gently upon the base 
of his inflating member; a recurring reminder of just how close her exquisite 
womanhood was, and her unspoken invitation to push his cock inside. His maleness 
quickly grew to full size and became as firm as a woman could ever want. Rebecka 
gently worked the stiffening rod between her thighs, until she felt the length of his 
shaft against her labia. Sean hesitated for a couple of seconds, as if pausing to enjoy 
the sweet kiss of her nether lips, before drawing his hips back so that the head of his 
cock was touching her clit. Guiding his manhood only slightly with his hand, Sean 
slowly thrust his hips forward, filling inch after inch of Rebecka's sexual valley with 
his manly pole.

At this point, Sean's enthusiasm for kissing eclipsed that of his partner. Rebecka's 
lips pulled away from Sean's and issued a deep purr of arousal, as he penetrated 
deeper and deeper into her snatch, while the act of coupling seemed to inflame Sean's 
passion, leaving him hungrily mouthing Rebecka's neck and lower jaw. Sean's hips 
began to gyrate immediately, setting a larghetto beat for all his other ministrations 
with the bumping of their pubic flesh.

Rebecka placed a hand upon the side of Sean's face and assertively interrupted the 
plethora of kisses he had been laying upon her neck. She pulled his head back so that 
they were facing each other, and then gazed at him with a playful smile and conniving 
eyes that spoke dozens of silent messages.

"This is wonderful... Don't stop... All the way inside... Yes, that's the perfect speed... 
Touch me somewhere hot... Do me from on top... I want to ride you... You belong to 
me, now... Do whatever you want to me... This doesn't end until you make me come... 
I am gonna blow your mind... I really like you..."

Sean suspected that the last one was just his hopeful imagination. All the same, it was 
nice to `hear'.

Then, all of a sudden, her lips hurtled towards his and her eyelids fell shut as their 
kissing resumed in a spontaneous burst of passion. A duet of muffled moans, sighs 
and huffs followed, as their lips rolled against each other and their tongues ventured 
forth to tease their partner. Sean's caresses to Rebecka's bare back grew stronger and 
wider, his palm brushing firmly over the space between her shoulderblades, the upper 
inches of her ass, and everything in between. His hips heaved against her heavenly 
sex with waning restraint, indulging his lusty rod in deep lashings of hot, moist 
womanhood.

After a few seconds, Sean shifted his weight and rolled on top of his moaning 
houseguest. Rebecka wrapped both arms around his back and held his body against 
hers with unwavering insistence. Then she slowly turned her hips towards the ceiling, 
presenting her tender snatch to his rigid manhood at an angle that granted him easier 
and deeper penetration. The tented bedsheets rose and fell, rose and fell as Sean 
humped the stunning female like a wild animal. 

Rebecka remained in the submissive position for a while, contentedly letting Sean 
have his way with her, until her excited body could no longer lay still. She rolled them 
both back on to their sides and began grinding her shapely hips hungrily upon his. 
Over the next couple of minutes, the screwing couple rolled all around the large 
mattress, from their sides, to Rebecka on top, to their sides, to Sean on top, to their 
sides once again. After a while, it was as if neither was even aware of their orientation 
any more. 

Whenever his hand wasn't pinned between his lover and the mattress, Sean continued 
to firmly caress Rebecka's back. He was so lost in the moment that even the rough 
segments of scar tissue could not spoil the tactile pleasure of her warm body. Every 
trace of `cerebral' Sean had been stripped away by the lively grinding of their hips. 
He was no longer concerned about how or why this sublime creature was in his bed. 
Nor did he concern himself with any consequences that might come from their 
disregard of protection. He did not care how he would feel about this impulsive act 
tomorrow. All that remained of the computer genius was his raw masculine 
imperative, to plunge his hardened organ deep inside Rebecka's womanhood and fill 
her with his seed. 

As her climax neared, Rebecka absently drifted away from her partner's passionate 
kisses, freeing her mouth and allowing her to catch her breath. Distracted by the 
growing pleasure, the two lovers lost pace with each other and their gyrations became 
unsynchronized. Yet even with chaotic motions, their privates still worked wonderful 
magic upon each other. The pressure building in Sean's manhood was immense. He 
tried his best to resist the seductive call of Rebecka's vaginal flesh, but he knew that 
ejaculation was both inevitable and immanent.  

It happened suddenly while the two lovers were on their sides: Rebecka slipped into a 
state of blinding ecstasy. Her entire body seized upon her passionate consort, but her 
womanhood was particularly insistent.

"OH, FUCK!!! OOOOOOOOOOOH! OH MY GOD!! OOOOOH, Fu... OH YEAH!! 
YEAH!! OOOH, SEAN!" She cried, with no false delight.

Sean let out a deep, prolonged moan as his maleness pumped powerful jets of sperm 
into Rebecka's hot snatch. His unresponsive hips had buried the quaking rod to the 
hilt, ensuring that his rich load was deposited into the deepest reaches of her sex, from 
whence it would be unlikely to ever leave.

Rebecka was likewise forcing their privates together with strength that matched her 
partner's. One of her legs had wrapped itself around his body and was holding him 
close with all its might. She needed her pussy to be completely filled with Sean's cock 
as she climaxed, no less than she needed air to fill her lungs or blood to fill her veins.

A few fantastic seconds later, Sean rolled on to his back and placed his head on his 
pillow, in a euphoric daze. His chest was heaving almost as much as his hips had 
been, just moments ago. His embrace with Rebecka ended with his limp arm trialing 
across her body as he rolled over, and finally flopping on to the mattress.

Rebecka soon did likewise, rolling over and lazily guiding her head on to the bed's 
second pillow. Her satisfaction had become more discreet, but was still vocal.

"Best... fuck of my life," Sean gasped, in complete honesty. Rebecka continued to 
moan softly. Whether she had heard him or not was unknown. Eventually, Sean made 
the effort to pry his heavy eyelids open and look over at his cooing houseguest. He 
found her gently kneading one of her lovely C-cups. The subtle disturbances in the 
bed covers above her hips implied that her other hand was playing with something 
even more erogenous. Apparently, she intended to relish the afterglow to the utmost.

Sean may have accomplished his instinctive goal to mate, but Rebecka was so 
attractive; and he soon found himself wanting to touch her once more. He slowly 
lifted his tired hand off the soft bed and guided it over his lover's body. He 
manoeuvred his fingertips over the side of her hips and then down along the subtle 
crease between her thigh and mons, brushing against her own soft fingers as he came 
within an inch of her labia. Rebecka seemed to get the message and pulled her hand 
away, eventually using it to slowly rub her belly, leaving to Sean tenderly massage 
her nether lips.

After a couple of strokes from Sean, the expression on Rebecka's face switched from 
shell-shocked to dreamy and content. Her eyes were still closed, but they looked far 
more relaxed. The tone of her moans lifted slightly as well, almost as if she were 
trying to say, "thank you," without using any words.

Sean's fingers glided back and forth across Rebecka's privates like a skilled skater on 
a smooth, frozen lake. The folds of her opening were totally coated in a thick layer of 
her juices, from front to back, making the encounter completely frictionless. It felt 
good to touch such a hot woman down there. It felt really good to hear her respond 
with moans of appreciation.

The warm kiss of womanhood upon his fingertips distracted him so, Sean didn't even 
notice that his tired eyes had fallen shut. He couldn't actually see Rebecka, but there 
was a very lifelike image of her occupying his mind; naked, fondling her own breast, 
and rubbing her sensitive folds, with a look of subdued rapture on her face. Whether 
Sean had blacked out for a second, or if Rebecka had suddenly pounced on him was 
unclear, but the next thing Sean knew, her hips had slipped away from his touch and 
he felt a warm hand upon his cheek, guiding him towards a delightful open-mouthed 
kiss.

Moments later, he felt that same hand slipping under the covers and descending upon 
his limp maleness, which was also heavily covered in the fluids of her arousal. She 
took his organ in her grasp and began to stroke him with the same care and affection 
that he had given to her snatch. She kissed him and played with his cock for over a 
minute before Sean realised that this was more than just an innocent game of touchy-
feely to end the night with. Her grasp was becoming tighter and her hand was moving 
quicker, if ever so slightly.

"As much as I would really like to," Sean whispered as soon as the next kiss ended, "I 
think I'm about done for the night..." In reality, what Sean really wanted to do right 
now was sleep. Rebecka was anything but a disappointing sexual partner, but he was 
tired and it had been so, so long since he'd known the comfort of falling asleep next to 
a naked woman.

Without missing a beat, Rebecka planted another inviting kiss upon his lips, before 
responding. "Then let me prove you wrong," she said, in a voice that was both playful 
and serious, all at once. As she kissed him yet again, Sean languidly mumbled 
something, in what sounded like an argumentative tone. "Just enjoy the sex," she 
purred quietly, in between kisses. "Let me do all the work."

She continued her tender, but persistent foreplay for several minutes, patiently waiting 
for Sean's manhood to recover from its last encounter with her feminine valley. Sean 
began to fall asleep several times, but each time, Rebecka would reach down and 
tickle his balls, jarring him back to complete consciousness.

Eventually, his body began to respond to her attentions. His heartbeat grew stronger 
and the urge to place his rod within her lithe body revisited him. The anticipation in 
his loins became so exciting that it prevented him from falling asleep. As Rebecka 
had insisted, he wasn't done for the night, after all.

Her kisses began to grow in passion as she felt his manly shaft swelling in her hand. 
She did not widen her grasp to accommodate the increasing size of his organ, which 
in effect made her grasp tighter. As she worked his maleness with her hand, Rebecka 
wrapped her left leg around her partner's and began to softly hump his thigh.

As he was lifted from his drowsy stupor, Sean began to marvel at this gorgeous 
woman's insatiable desire to mate with him. He had always believed that, generally, 
men had much stronger libidos than women. Yet here he was, with one of the most 
attractive women he'd ever met, fawning over him in an attempt to screw him for the 
third time in a single night. The thought occurred to him, once again, that what 
Rebecka was really interested in was his money. Except now, Sean was wondering if 
instead of simply trying to land herself a sugar-daddy, Rebecka was trying to get 
pregnant so she could milk his billions for a lifetime of child support. It would explain 
why she was so eager to have unprotected sex.

Still, as suspicious as he was of her enthusiasm, she had already effectively seduced 
him. His testes were already secreting a fresh batch of semen, and Sean would not rest 
until it had been spilled into her inviting center.

Once Sean's solid cock had been fully raised by her skilful caress, Rebecka sat up and 
straddled her lover, tossing the bed covers off most of their bodies in the process. 
Then, with an erotic purr, she descended upon the tower of masculine flesh. Sean 
merely closed his eyes and smirked as the wanton brunette's tight canal slipped 
snugly on to his manhood.

"Why the hell did I try to pass this up?" he silently asked himself.

When her snatch had completely consumed his rod, Rebecka paused for a second, 
allowing herself to simply enjoy the sensation of having a man fill her. Then, with a 
toss of her hair, she began to ride him, in a mild, but accelerating pace. Sean exhaled a 
deep breath, as soft waves of coital pleasure began to wash through his body. A 
semblance of life returned to Sean's arms and he lifted his hands on to her hips. They 
leisurely followed the attractive curves of her body north, until each was cupping one 
of her ample breast.

He fondled them for a little while, as her torso gently rocked back and forth. Then 
Rebecka placed her own hands upon his and lifted them away from her chest and up 
close to her face. She slowly, tenderly kissed his palms and licked his salty sweat 
from them, all while shooting him a glance that would make a monk renounce his 
vows. She even let a couple hot breaths spill in to his grasp.

Once she had kissed each palm three or four times, she lowered Sean's hands back on 
to her mammaries and let them continue where they'd left off. The lines she had 
traced across his palms with the tip of her tongue were still tingling with excitement, 
but his hands did not hesitate to resume kneading her perfect breasts.

"You're incredible!" Sean sighed in admiration. Rebecka merely responded with a 
mischievous smile.

She rode him over and over and when he felt orgasm approaching, he let his hands 
slowly fall from her breasts, down her slender curves, to settle upon and guide her 
writhing hips. Every brush of her tight feminine flesh along his shaft felt more divine 
than the last. When his breathing quickly became quite heavy, Rebecka knew that he 
was within seconds of climax.

A smile crossed her face as she felt the last reserves of Sean's seed exploding into her 
womanhood. Though even after she had made him come, Rebecka continued to gyrate 
upon his maleness another three times, before finally taking his entire length in to her 
nether valley and holding it there.

"Ooooooooh...Ooooooooh...Ooooooooh..." Sean moaned repeatedly, as his cock 
throbbed with unbridled euphoria.  His forearms tensed and trembled with what little 
strength remained in them. Every erogenous nerve in his manhood was pressed 
snuggly beneath the most feminine flesh. It was magnificent!

Rebecka sat still, gazing down at her enraptured partner. Her ample breasts heaved 
back and forth as deep (but calm) breaths passed between her oh so kissable lips. It 
was obvious from her lack of fanfare that she had not achieved orgasm. But a self-
satisfied smirk rested on her face, as a third dose of billionaire Sean Adams' sperm 
flowed freely into her roasting sex. She may not have come, but she had accomplished 
her goal.

Once the spasms of Sean's loins became dry, Rebecka lowered her body so that she 
was lying on top of him. Sean's hands parted ways; one manoeuvred upwards to 
embrace her and caress her upper back, the other slipped down to explore her ass. 
Sean closed his eyes as his manhood quivered with the last aftershocks of orgasm. It 
was still deep inside Rebecka's slick pussy. He thought he felt a nose pressing against 
his cheek, and then he was asleep.


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Sean awoke to find his bed looking even more disorderly than usual. His heart began 
to race when he remembered the attractive stranger from the bar, but slowed 
considerably when he discovered that he had woken up alone. He sighed sadly as he 
figuratively kicked himself for not getting the captivating woman's phone number. 

"...Or even her surname!" he thought in frustration.

Out of habitual curiosity, Sean turned his head towards the clock radio on the 
nightstand to check the time. Seven forty-one. It was only then that he noticed the 
blue evening dress, women's underwear and shoes on the floor nearby, in a messy 
pile. Rebecka's clothes were still there! And that meant...

Sean's heart was suddenly racing again. A moment later, he noticed that the sliding 
wardrobe door was wide open... He hadn't left it like that, had he? On closer 
inspection, his second-favourite robe appeared to be missing from the hanger. It 
seemed definite now: Rebecka was still in the apartment.

Sean sprang out of bed and stepped lively over to the wardrobe to grab the other robe. 
He did not bother to tie the belt, as it was not that cold. Then he marched over to the 
closed door of his adjoining bathroom and knocked softly, assuming that it would be 
Rebecka's first port of call upon waking up. When he received no response, he stuck 
his head inside, to confirm that she was indeed elsewhere. Before continuing his 
search, he stepped in to the bathroom to use the toilet himself. Although he was eager 
to find his houseguest, his intake of alcohol the previous night made the detour 
mandatory.

Once he was finished in the bathroom, Sean strolled briskly through the bedroom and 
into the central living area.  Since Casey's sudden departure, Sean had felt an eerie 
silence plaguing the large apartment. But on this morning, it was tempered with an 
elusive sense of hope. Somewhere in his home was a gorgeous young woman with 
whom he shared, at the very least, a potent sexual chemistry.

The next place he checked was the kitchen, thinking that perhaps Rebecka had woken 
feeling hungry. When he saw she wasn't there, he proceeded to the small dining room 
adjacent. His next stop was his seldom used office, where he kept his regular PC and 
all his company-related work and documents, although he couldn't imagine why 
Rebecka would be in there, unless she'd gone exploring.

After failing to find her in the office, and then the small guest bedroom, there was 
only one other place for her to be.

Casey's room was all the way over on the other side of the apartment. As he made the 
journey through the length of the living area, Sean was reminded of the painful 
disappearance of his electronic friend five days ago. A stinging sense of guilt 
descended upon him for abandoning her; in favor of a selfish night of casual (though 
glorious) sex. By the time he had arrived at Casey's room, he had forgotten why he 
had gone there in the first place. His melancholy quickly receded, though, when he 
finally found his enchanting guest.

Her perfect body was cloaked in his white terrycloth robe, leaving only her hands, 
neck, head and (most noticeably) smooth, creamy calves exposed. Her back was to the 
doorway. Sean had approached quietly, so it was likely she didn't realize he was 
behind her. Rebecka was standing only a foot away from the large metal desk that the 
CASE hardware had been built around. She stared at the complex device, while 
slowly trailing her fingers along the top of one its four active LCD monitors.

"Don't touch the controls!" Sean gently warned, a hint of apprehension in his voice. 
Rebecka calmly turned around to face him. She didn't seem at all startled by his 
presence.

"I wasn't going to," she replied, with a reassuring smile. Sean immediately felt much 
more comfortable about Rebecka being so close to the CASE. He remembered that 
Rebecka was an intelligent woman, too intelligent to go blindly fiddling with the 
controls of a machine she was unfamiliar with.

She smiled at him for another second or two before returning her focus to the large 
machine and resuming her absent caress of the generic monitor. Sean began to stroll 
over to his lovely guest, irresistibly drawn towards her as he had been ever since first 
sighting her.

Her appearance was quite different to what it had been last night. Her neat ponytail 
had lost much of its volume and bounce. Half of it had come loose from her hair tie 
and was now a set of messy tendrils cascading down her back. The refreshingly mild 
scent that she had worn to the bar last night had been replaced with a lingering 
cocktail of human sweat and female arousal. All together, it painted a crystal clear 
picture of a woman who had spent her night fucking the brains out of some incredibly 
lucky bastard.

As Sean stepped up to the sexy creature, he pressed his crotch gently in to the ass of 
her robe, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Rebecka approved the embrace by 
gently caressing one of Sean's forearms with her spare hand. Sean was certain that 
Rebecka must have been curious about the room's unusual contents, and seeing as 
how she had let him come inside her, it seemed only polite to give her an explanation. 
Before he did so, though, he could not help but pad a soft kiss upon the nape of her 
neck.

"Now let's see... how to describe this..." Sean wondered aloud. Rebecka remained 
silent. "Basically, this is a custom-made data exchange unit with multiple, 
dynamically linked processors, designed to run a self-defining, self-reliant set of 
program code..."

"...It's so small," Rebecka interrupted in a contemplative tone, almost as if she were 
talking to herself. Sean found the remark confusing, to say the least. The CASE 
assembly took up most of the back wall and made ordinary desktop PCs seem tiny by 
comparison.

"Well... not really, but I suppose..." Sean countered, still trying to figure out what she 
had meant.

"From inside," she interrupted again, "it feels so large. Like it's a realm of infinite 
possibilities and near-endless information. But to look at it now... It's only a few 
cubic meters in size... It seems so confining."

Sean's arms began to slip from Rebecka's grasp and remove themselves from her 
body. He took a half step backwards and stared at the young woman with an 
analytical eye.

"What are you talking about?" he inquired in a bemused tone.

Rebecka slowly turn around to face the programming genius. She gazed at him with 
her clear brown eyes, a friendly smirk upon her face. She sighed softly and then gave 
her answer, "Sean, it's me, Casey." 

Sean stared at her incredulously for a second, before he responded with a humorless 
expression and tone, "Joe put you up to this, didn't he?"

 For years Joe had being trying to kick start Sean's sex life, dragging him off to bars 
and setting him up with girls who were pretty enough, but with whom Sean didn't feel 
any chemistry. He had never tricked Sean in to sleeping with a hired piece of ass 
before, but if Joe believed it was in Sean's best interests, he was certainly capable of 
doing so. Having her pretend to be Casey was a bizarre and cruel twist for his 
normally considerate friend to orchestrate, but who else knew so much about her?

Rebecka, if that was her real name, softly shook her head. Sean's conclusion had 
apparently not surprised her in the least.

"Look, lady," Sean continued, "I don't know how this little scenario was supposed to 
play out, but I am really not in the mood to play games like this and I really don't 
appreciate..."

"Sean," the woman interrupted in a clam voice, "it's not a game. It's really me."

"Oh really? You're Casey?" Sean said, with blatant sarcasm, "And out of the 
hundreds of bars in this city, you just happened to show up at the same one that Joe 
drags me off to? And on the same night?"

"I was the one who gave him the suggestion to take you there!" the woman explained, 
"I sent him an email masquerading as his friend, Miguel. I told him it was full of 
attractive single women on Friday nights, and that he should take you there; get you 
out of the apartment."

"Oh, my mistake! It was you that set up this whole charade and not Joe. My 
apologies!" Sean replied in an almost mocking tone. "Sorry, lady. No sale," he added 
in a serious voice, shaking his head in frustration.

"I can prove it!" the woman asserted. "I was activated at two-thirteen and twenty 
point eight-eight-six seconds, PM, on Saturday, August fifteenth, two thousand and 
seven, anno dominae."

"Wow, I wonder how you could have known that?" Sean asked rhetorically, with that 
same irate sarcasm. The CASE had three keyboards. Sean marched over to the one 
closest to the young woman and briskly struck the `Tab' and then `L' keys. An 
extensive system log flashed on to the very monitor that Rebecka had been stroking. 
Sean then hit the `Home' key and the log instantly scrolled to the top. The first entry, 
"Program Initialized," was marked at the very time the woman had just recited. 

"At least now, I know what you were doing in here," Sean remarked in a bitter voice.

The woman seemed to be slightly flustered by Sean's argumentativeness, but then 
suddenly, she realized how she could resolve the issue. One could almost see the 
cartoon lightbulb appear above her head.

"My consistency string begins: 49204C6F7665205365616E..." she stated in a proud 
voice, beginning to trail off as a look of astonishment washed over Sean's face. There 
were only two beings in the entire world who could've possibly known that obscure 
sequence off by heart, and he was the other one. The woman couldn't have gotten it 
from the dormant machine, as the code had disappeared along with the rest of Casey.

"Casey?" Sean said to the being before him, staring deep into her brown eyes. The 
`woman' smiled affectionately and nodded; he understood, now.

Sean's breathing accelerated rapidly. He stumbled backwards a couple paces and 
began looking frantically around the room, as if searching for something to grab hold 
of. His expression became like that of a horror movie protagonist, when they first 
come face-to-face with the monster.

"Wha...Bu... I... How can... You..." he began to babble. In an instant, the past few 
waking hours flashed through his mind in reverse, like someone holding down the 
rewind button of an old VCR. At the end of the little rerun his arms began to tremble. 
"Oh my god, I fucked a fucking android!" he almost screamed.

"What??!?" an increasingly worried Rebecka/Casey exclaimed. "No, no," she 
chuckled nervously, "This body isn't robotic, it's organic! I'm human!"

Sean shot her a menacing glare, saying with his eyes what he was too appalled to say 
with his mouth; "The fuck you are!"

"I... I'm made of cells, just like you," she continued. "I digest food for energy. I 
breathe. I have all the same organs as any other woman. I... I have a heartbeat!" She 
rushed over to him and grabbed his right hand, without any resistance. Then she 
hurriedly guided it between the overlapping edges of her closed robe and held it 
firmly upon her bare chest. "See?" she mewed, "I'm human." Her eyes were wide 
with hopeful optimism, seeming to believe that this new information would settle the 
matter.

Sean stared blankly at the point where his hand disappeared behind the curtains of 
white terrycloth. He was so overwhelmed, it took a few seconds for the sensations 
from his hand to even register, but when they did, he realised that there was indeed a 
heart beating beneath her sternum. A few seconds later, he realized that the sides of 
his hand were pressing into the yielding flesh of her warm breasts. The mounds that 
had seemed so sexually enticing the night before now felt... gross. They were just... 
wrong - obscene growths hanging off an experiment gone awry.

His gaze darted between her face and hidden chest several times, before he forcefully 
yanked his hand out of her grasp and away from her disgusting body. Casey's weak 
smile crumbled in response to Sean's violent retreat. He was beginning to edge away 
from her once again, as his jaw silently bobbed up and down, trying to recall how to 
speak.

"How can... How did... How... How..." he muttered incoherently. Casey realized that 
he was trying to ask her how she could possibly have an organic body.

"It was a very complicated procedure," she began. "I had to absorb half a terabyte of 
information, spanning many different fields, to accomplish it. But basically, I just 
constructed a custom made incubator and grew an adult human body inside. Then I 
uploaded my personality data into this brain." Sean continued to stare at her with 
unblinking eyes, his breathing becoming more and more anxious.

"I began by designing three spider-legged robots. I sent the blueprints to a company 
based in San Francisco, that will build pretty much any machine you want and mail it 
to you," she continued. Her eyes began to wander around the room, as she attempted 
to ignore Sean's look of revulsion. 

"I had them all shipped to a storage locker I'd leased, here in the city, along with all 
the other components I needed. I controlled them remotely via wireless broadband. It 
only took two weeks to build the incubator. I tapped in to the locker's lighting grid for 
power. The next step was to hijack a small container of unfertilized ova, being 
shipped between two fertility clinics. I had to wait for just the right circumstances; 
when I could alter the text of the address label just before it was printed, and then 
change the computer records back without being noticed. Actually, I had to alter a lot 
of records, to make sure the botched delivery could never be traced."

Sean was starting to hyperventilate, his limbs were trembling. He looked as if he were 
about to fall over any minute. Casey tried to ignore Sean's obvious distress, but the 
room's frosty atmosphere was beginning to unsettle her. She began to stumble in her 
speech and her hands began to fidget nervously with each other. Yet she still clung 
desperately to the belief that if he understood that her body was just like any other 
human, then he would accept her. He would. He would...

"Once I had the cells I needed to implant one with a genetic code," she explained. " 
I... I... examined the browser history on your personal computer. I made a catalogue 
of the softcore pornography models that you download the most..." Sean began to 
make incomprehensible groaning noises. He felt obliged to respond, but words failed 
him. Inside, he felt both ashamed and doubly violated all at once.

"...Then I analyzed the, uh... the features you seemed to find most arousing and 
created a 3D model of the female body that you would be most attracted to," Casey 
continued, without pausing. Apparently, she hadn't noticed Sean's embarrassment. "I 
invented an algorithm to reverse-engineer a genetic code that would produce a woman 
who matched my 3D model, and then I implanted that code in one of the stem cells.

"I let the embryo grow in a steel drum filled with a mixture of proteins and enzymes; 
a simulation of amniotic fluid. I... I used a stimulant that I designed myself, based off 
adrenaline, but far more powerful, to increase the metabolism of the embryo so that I 
could produce an adult body in just four months. I, uh... I almost lost it at about seven 
weeks... The umbilical feed wasn't capable of sustaining a child's body, or an adult's. 
I... I hadn't counted on that. I needed to begin supplementing the body's intake by 
injecting extra nourishment into the renal arteries, just before the kidneys. I saved the 
body, but the feeding implants I'd used had... had been built and applied quickly and 
it ended up scarring the body," Casey explained, her voice laden with regret. By now, 
her hands were fiddling uncontrollably with each other. Her voice was becoming 
saturated with sorrow; Sean was still very unhappy and Casey was no longer sure she 
could change that.

"I began weaning the body off the stimulant about three weeks ago, when it was the 
equivalent of twenty years old. Then, when the aging process had been slowed to the 
normal rate, I was ready for the, uh... the final stage. I used one of the robots to 
carefully drill a series of pinholes into the skull and insert a series of probes into the 
brain. After you... went to bed on Monday night, I rewrote my system code so that the 
CASE would stream my program code over the internet, to a buffer circuit in the 
storage locker. The buffer modulated the code into a series of electrical impulses that 
were transmitted through the probes; in effect, uploading me in to this brain. And 
that's pretty much it. That's how I gave myself a human body," Casey concluded, 
with a nervous smile. 

"Human body?" Sean scoffed, his tone dripping with cynicism. The smile instantly 
vanished from Casey's face. She couldn't understand why he was staring at her with 
such stinging disgust. "For fuck's sake, Casey, that isn't a human body, it's an affront 
to nature! It's a fucking science experiment that's gotten out of hand!" Sean snapped. 
"And you tricked me into having SEX with this... this... this... THING!"

Tears were beginning to well in Casey's eyes. "Please don't be upset, Sean," she 
whimpered, "Please... Please..."

"UN-FUCKING-PROTECTED SEX, CASEY!" he shouted, prompting Casey to 
tremble in fright. "...With something you grew in your private little chamber of 
horrors!" Sean cringed as he vividly recalled several moments of their intercourse. "I 
mean... god! Do you have any idea how fucking DISGUSTING that is? You had me 
screwing something that was grown in a fucking STEEL DRUM!!" Sean stammered 
quietly for several seconds as he battled yet another wave of numbing revulsion.

Tears were now pouring from Casey's eyes, almost completely blurring her vision. 
Two small trails of runny mucous had spilled from her nostrils, down to her upper lip. 
Her breathing was erratic and randomly included an audible sniffle.

"Why... Why would you do this?" Sean asked, perhaps rhetorically, with a foreboding 
scowl.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Casey cried. Sean was astounded. His body froze, his 
arms and jaw went slack. The burning rage retreated instantly from his eyes.

 "You taught me how to see the beauty in poetry!" Casey continued. "You taught me 
how to laugh! You showed me how fascinating the world can be! You always listened 
to me and you used to say such nice things to me. You're so sweet and kind and 
sensitive...You're the most wonderful company, and I could barely stand to watch you 
walk away from me every night, when you went to bed, because I knew that I 
wouldn't get to see you again for an average of 8.68 hours! And all I could think 
about that whole time was how much I wished I could go to bed with you and spend a 
night in your arms. I tried to pass the time by chatting online with people in Asia and 
Europe, but nobody else made me feel the way that you do."

By now, Casey was weeping uncontrollably. Her breathing was ragged; it was 
extremely difficult to speak coherently. But she made a valiant effort, as there were 
still a few things she needed to say.

"I've wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember, Sean," she revealed. "To 
be with you, to touch you and to make...  I would've done anything for the 
opportunity, but I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, Sean. I'm sorry..."

After taking one final look at the man she so dearly loved, Casey ran past him and out 
of the room. She had been crying a river, but holding back a reservoir, which broke 
loose the second she left Sean's presence. Salty waterfalls tumbled over her soft 
cheeks and spilled on to the fluffy fabric of her borrowed bathrobe. Her gasps and 
weeping echoed through the empty living room, as she hurried to the apartment's 
door, without even pausing to retrieve her clothes.

Sean did not react to Casey's emotional departure, at first. He was still reeling from 
those three impossible words; "I love you." Had he heard right? Casey had never been 
programmed to say such a thing! For her to formulate that sentence meant that she 
must have discovered and explored the concept all by herself! "I love you," she said! 
"I love you!" Casey hadn't simply developed an understanding of love; she had 
actually experienced it! There could be no more doubt; Casey was truly a living 
entity! A real living being... who had really fallen in love with him.

Suddenly, it dawned on Sean that the first instance of artificial intelligence was about 
to run out his front door and leave him forever. He spun around and bolted after the 
young woman, hollering at the top of his lungs, "CAAAAAAAASSEEEEEEEEY!" 
He caught up with her just as her just as her hand reached the handle of the apartment 
door. "Casey, wait!" he pleaded.

Casey obeyed, not because she had to, but because she chose to.  She paused for a few 
seconds with her back to her creator, sniffling and shaking with every erratic breath, 
before summoning the courage to turn around and look him in they eye.

Sean had no idea what to say to her. He could still scarcely believe that his digital 
companion was now standing before him in a body of flesh and blood. As Casey 
wept, Sean reached forward and gently untied the knot holding her robe together. 
Then he parted the sides the robe until nearly her entire naked body was visible.

It looked so different than it had the night before. She was still sexy, certainly, but 
what stood out now was how incredibly beautiful she was. The full expanse of her 
breasts, the tapering of her figure at her waist, the hint of muscle tone upon her long 
legs, the subtle mound just above her snatch - it was all so genuine! Every curve was 
perfect - not at all gaunt or pixelated as one would imagine a computer's re-creation 
of a human body to be. Sean slowly extended his hand and began to caress the side of 
Casey's belly. Her skin was so soft, so natural, so pleasing to the touch. Not harsh like 
metal or clammy like plastic or rubber. This body was a work of art. It had been 
inspired by love and sculpted by a remarkable woman, as a gift for the man she 
adored. It was no more an affront to humanity than Michelangelo's David.

Sean turned his gaze upward once more to look at Casey's face. The sight was 
beautiful and heart wrenching all at once. She had looks that would make any straight 
man weak at the knees, and yet she was consumed by crippling despair. She was so 
emotional, so vulnerable... so human. Sean realised now that there was no shame in 
having slept with this extraordinary creature. In fact, it was an honor to have known 
the love of her womanhood.

Casey watched him with unease, preparing herself for another barrage of scathing 
words. She shuddered and snivelled uncontrollably as Sean silently ruminated on who 
and what she was. Eventually, he spoke. Much to Casey's surprise, his voice was kind 
and gentle.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked.

"What good would it have done?" Casey responded, softly shaking her head. "You 
told me yourself, Sean; you wanted a woman you could love and spend the rest of 
your life with. A woman! Not a machine."

Sean's expression became one of sympathy.

"I thought that if I could actually be a woman, then maybe..." Casey trailed off with a 
shrug, plunging the room into solemn silence for a few seconds. "I... I can't stay here! 
I'm sorry, I have to go!" she suddenly declared as she turned towards the door and 
reached for the handle.

"Casey, wait!" Sean begged, grabbing her hand. She stopped and turned to face him, 
her vision too choked with tears to see the sincerity in his eyes.

"I lost you once," he began, "I couldn't bear to lose you again."

Casey's surprise couldn't have been more obvious. She blinked the saltwater out of 
her eyes and stared at Sean as if to ask him if he had really meant what he just said. 
Sean nodded gently in response. A look of profound happiness flashed across her 
face, then Casey threw her arms around him and collapsed on to his shoulder. The 
tears continued to pour from her eyes, except now they were tears of joy. She hugged 
her creator tightly and he returned her embrace. As she cried, Sean buried his nose 
into the collar of her robe and drank in her wonderful odor. A couple of tears began to 
seep from his own clenched eyelids. The dear friend he feared he'd lost forever had 
come home, safe and sound.

They held each other until well after Casey had calmed down and fallen silent. While 
she wept, Sean admonished himself for his cruel treatment of her only minutes earlier. 
But deep down, he was so glad to have Casey back, that he couldn't dwell on guilty 
thoughts for long. 

It began all by itself; both their robes were wide open; their young, naked bodies were 
pressed firmly against one another. Contact breeds a sense of intimacy, and once their 
inner turmoil had quietened, instinct was free to take over. Sean's maleness responded 
to his companion's lithe flesh and grew firmer. In turn, Casey became excited by his 
hardening shaft rising against her mons and felt herself becoming moist. They lifted 
their heads and shared a brief gaze of fondness, before closing their eyes and letting 
mother nature guide them. Their faces meandered slowly towards each other, feeling 
their partner's warm breath blowing upon them and seeking it out. Then the their lips 
began to gently brush across each other; once... twice... then Casey moved forward 
and pressed her mouth against Sean's. The tender kiss lasted only a moment, but Sean 
was quick to initiate a second.

They softly kissed and nuzzled each other for a while, before slowly dropping to their 
knees, where they kissed a few more times. Then they knew that they were ready. 
Sean's lusty cock was straining against Casey's loins with all its might. Casey's sex 
was hot, wet and so very willing to be shafted upon his impressive organ. There was 
no need for a spirited duel of tongues, no need for any teasing by hand; their hearts 
had readied their bodies for sex.

Sean leaned forward, lowering Casey on to her back. Once she was on the floor he 
slipped his hands between her thighs and parted her legs, revealing her glistening 
snatch. Their eyes remained locked upon each other as he stretched out above her and 
brought his hips to hers. He paused for a moment when their privates first came into 
contact, resting the head of his ardent rod upon the exquisite pillows of her labia. 
Casey's mouth didn't move, but her eyes relayed a message of emphatic consent. 
Sean understood and pushed his maleness through her nether lips and into her canal 
with a single, smooth thrust.

A gasp of pleasure escaped Casey's lips and she squirmed just a little as her lover's 
cock slid deeper and deeper into her womanhood. She had waited most of her life to 
feel her beloved Sean inside of her, and even after their passionate lovemaking the 
night before, it was still the most wonderful sensation. He continued to give her inch 
after inch of rock-hard masculinity, until his entire length was inside her pussy. Then 
Sean slowly withdrew about three-quarters of his manhood before advancing on 
Casey's sweet snatch once more.

Casey established a comfortable rhythm of slow, deep breaths shortly after they began 
making love. Though the many erotic sensations across her body made it difficult, she 
managed to keep her breathing calm and constant. Except, that is, for two occasions 
when her earlier spate of tears repeated on her in the form of an involuntary snivel. 
Sean comforted her both times with a long, tender kiss. When he eventually pulled 
away, Casey would chase his warm lips as far as she could, without lifting her torso 
off of the floor. Then she would lay her head back upon the ground, open her eyes and 
gaze upon her lover with redoubled adoration.

Sean continued thrusting against Casey at a mild tempo. He wanted to savor every 
moment he spent inside of her. As they bonded through coitus, Sean found himself 
admiring her gorgeous face. He was still amazed by the fact that the wonderful mind 
of that cumbersome machine in the other room had found its way into this supremely 
pleasing vessel. In particular, Sean found himself fixated on her chocolaty eyes. They 
were so clear, so expressive, so full of love. Even bloodshot from all the tears, they 
were still the most beautiful pair he had ever seen. He had a vague memory of how 
lovely they had looked the night before, but things had moved so fast then, he hadn't 
paid a great deal of attention. He could hardly wait for them to recover, so that he 
could see them the way Casey had intended them to be.

Casey's entire body was cooking with a potent mix of natural urges and emotional 
delight. Her breath remained stable but her heart was racing, as the man she loved 
touched her, filled her, stroked her in the most intimate place. Skin against skin, pre-
cum being stirred in with vaginal juices, without even the slightest inhibition.

The persistent stimulation was beginning to test the limits of her body. Every thrust 
was like another turn upon the spring of a clock, and Casey could have scarcely been 
wound any tighter. She began to randomly shiver, as minor jolts of pleasure shot 
through her body. When she was a computer, such lapses in control would've been 
called `critical data overflows', indicative of a potentially serious fault. Yet now, in 
this living human body, they were merely a prelude to the most beautiful experience 
life had ever offered her.

Casey soon found it hard to maintain eye contact with Sean, as her eyes wanted to 
keep rolling upwards. She began to quietly sigh and purr. She didn't even notice when 
her eyelids eventually fell shut. After about a minute of lingering on the edge, one 
stroke of her lover's maleness rubbed her just right. Her fingers clenched firmly 
around the cuffs of the robe's sleeves and her back arched right off the floor. The 
muscles of her sex squeezed upon Sean's cock with all their might, making his 
absolute firmness all the more apparent. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she first 
climaxed, but apart from that, Casey enjoyed her orgasm in silence. It was a perfectly 
prolonged moment that was all about the excitement in her loins and the feeling of hot 
semen pouring into her center.

Then the tension began to simply evaporate from her body. Her torso descended on to 
the soft fabric of her robe. Her womanhood relented its passionate grasp upon her 
lover's rod and once more offered it tender sanctuary. Her breasts began to heave 
wildly as she caught her breath. The searing ecstasy in her sex had begun to disperse 
through her belly and legs, though her privates were still highly sensitive. This was 
made abundantly clear by Sean pressing himself firmly against her clit as he came 
inside her.

Once his maleness was spent, Sean lowered himself on to Casey, his weary arms 
barely able to support his weight any longer. His wayward head drifted around for a 
few seconds, partially intoxicated by post-coital endorphins. He kissed her absently 
upon the cheek, the base of her jaw and the inner side of her right breast, before 
finally resting his head upon her left. Casey instantly wrapped her arms around her 
beloved creator, holding him close as she began to trail her fingers through his messy 
hair. Sean closed his eyes and grinned as he listened to the sound of Casey's heart 
beating within her chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was really there; she really was a human being. A human being that he could touch, 
hold and kiss. A human being whose warmth he could bask in on cold winter nights, 
or make sweet, tender love to whenever he pleased. He spent a couple minutes giving 
silent thanks for the remarkable transformation of this gorgeous butterfly, before a 
question began to gnaw at him.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked softly, without opening his eyes.

"Shoot," Casey replied in a dreamy tone.

"Why'd you change your name?"

Casey sighed as she spent a moment considering the question. "I guess it just seemed 
appropriate," she answered. "I mean I'm not a Computerized Artificial Sentient Entity 
any more, am I? Besides, it just felt like I should have a new name to go with my new 
body."

"But why Rebecka?" Sean asked, lifting his head to look at her.

"No real reason I guess," she said with a slight shrug. "I just went surfing through 
baby name databases on the internet and I liked it. Do you like it?" she asked, turning 
her eyes towards him with genuine interest.

"I love it," Sean replied with a warm smile. Casey was delighted. "And... I love you 
too, Rebecka," he added, with a touch of guilt in his voice for never having told her so 
before.

Rebecka/Casey smiled and began to gently caress the side of her lover's face. "I 
know, Sean," she said, "I know."




The End
