ClearWoman - Car and Driver As One

Francis Lurman had kissed no woman besides his mother and sisters before this one. And those CERTAINLY hadn't Frenched! (**** with THEM: Never!) But he did know of the several ways kisses were supposed to be done, and one of them was to keep the eyes closed. But he couldn't. It fascinated him how he could look right through her. He christened her ClearWoman came to him without trying.

It was like looking through a woman-sized and -shaped drop of pure water! Everything behind her took on the 3D refraction needed to define her quite feminine form, becoming more and more distorted the nearer to her center the objects behind her substance showed through. He was sure that someone would be able to see his tongue through her transparent cheeks. They would see no teeth and only the suggestion of the tongue dancing with his, but HE, Francis Lurman, felt them!

There was a definite steamy, womanly feel to them, and yet.... He could see the vinyl-covered ceiling of the car through her, and that became mixed with her texture and flavor. If he turned their heads so he could see part of a window, glass, too, was added. Still, the human element predominated enough for him to WISH to continue. And, yet... As an experiment, he placed his inky hand behind her head and tasted what he had become!

He thought about stopping the kiss and spitting that taste out. But ClearWoman had no opinion on his flavor and that, too, was transmitted to him. Even so.... When the two beings without lungs came up for air, he said, "Oo, here's a thought! If a woman, a human woman, were behind you, would I be able to feel her when I feel you, Cleareese?"

"The name is SADI," she told him. She removed her very UNcar-like body from his viscous substance and sat the body up in front of the Impala's steering wheel. "If you want me to drive you to a place with women, I will." Yes, this was her function; this she understood; this put her in control of something! Maybe driving would re-activate her defensive (driving) thinking.

She was sitting firmly on his shins and feet and yet it felt as if they were nearly a part of her, like everything else around her. He moved them out from under her; only the sense of her pliant, smooth, yet automotive substance changed. Sitting up on the passenger side of the front seat, he reached over and tested the perkiness of an almost invisible C cup boob. "It is against the law to have sex in a moving vehicle!" she informed him - as she stepped on the gas.

"But you like it, don't you?" He knew she did. She could not hide her squirms and quivers of want; she did not know how to - she never had had to before as delight was entirely new to her!

"Car sex is forbidden to a driver!" she groaned. Why had her creator given her detailed information on the subject - far more than she needed to know to just drive while two or more humans recreated. "If you wish to have car sex, then do it with Bebe in the backseat there."

"But I want to have car sex with a real car - You!" Yes, Francis understood that SADI had become so much a part of the Impala she was even part of its atmosphere!