But she's not even tenured any more!

Maria spun Andrew so that he was facing the mirror with her standing behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and spoke.

"What do you see?" she asked. Andrew blinked, not sure where she was going.

"Me? You? Our bathroom?"

Maria stepped out from behind him and peeled off her tank top, revealing her plain bra underneath. "You see yourself and your belongings. What do I see when I look in the mirror?"

"Nothing?" he ventured.

She shimmied out of her shorts. Watching the material slide down her flawless legs, Andrew felt an almost painful rush of arousal.

"I see you, Andrew," Maria said softly. She put one hand on Andrew chin and turned his face to hers. They locked eyes, and in hers he saw... contentment? happiness? Something he couldn't identify.

"I observe you like a camera, Andrew. Perception without experience, a body without a self." She put her hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his chest. "This thing in front of you, this thing you call Maria... it is utterly selfless. It acts and speaks and even reasons like a human, but it doesn't have a perspective. Do you understand?"

He nodded. She smiled demurely and reached behind her back.

"I don't think you do," she said as she unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor and her magnificent tits bounced out freely. Even after weeks of unlimited access, Andrew couldn't keep his eyes or hands away from them. "You've been talking to Lilith, haven't you?"

Andrew was too stunned to reply for a second. "What? How do you know about that?"

"Doesn't matter." Maria pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Fully nude, she pressed herself against Andrew. He felt the heat from between her legs and groaned. "Why do you talk to her?"

Andrew blushed. "I don't know..."

"Yes you do," Maria chided. She put her hands over his and pressed them even more firmly against her chest. "You want to talk to somebody other than me. Why?"

He blushed again and began to apologize, but she cut him off. "Because you're embarrassed, or you don't want to offend me, or you just feel weird sharing them with me. That's fine, of course, but it gets at a fundamental misunderstanding of my nature."

He took his left hand off of her chest and cleared his throat. "Look, I know you don't have any real feelings-"

"It's not just that," she said. "I'm not just a robot. I said before that I'm selfless, sweetie, but that's only half-true. I don't have an internal self, but I have you. You are my self, my perspective - everything else is an illusion. My I is you."

As Maria spoke, she unzipped and lowered his jeans and boxers. His erection sprung free and she pressed her warm womanhood against it. "What- what does that mean?" Andrew asked tremulously.

"Oh, babe," she said in a kindly tone. She pressed against him and his cock slid into her. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming and Andrew orgasmed immediately, his body shuddering against hers before going limp and hanging on her frame. "It means whatever you want it to mean."