Don't mind if I do.

That I had neither fainted or, worse, ejaculated into my pants was a miracle. I never could picture something like this happening. Not with any belief that it COULD happen. A fantasy about sex with a beautiful woman without embarrassing myself seemed as likely as a fantasy about flying. Granted she WAS a robo-slut (again, not something I'd ever call her to her face) so I already had a good chance at success with her, but...hmm.

"Um...Rachel? How do you...uh...how do you take this thing off?" I asked. I swear, her leotard was like a second skin. Now that I thought about it, I wondered why she was even wearing it. Kim was dressed in more...well...normal clothing. Ji...er...Jenny probably was too. I quickly put that line of thought on the backburner, of course.

Another snicker. She bit her soft lip, holding back a real laugh. I had to wonder if it was the **** or if she really found me that sweet/funny. ...of course, you probably can't **** a robo-slut...but she was probably programmed to act like she was. "Right, sorry," she said softly. "I guess this isn't exactly easy access wear." She pushed me back gently so that she could sit up a little. "The zipper is in the back," Rachel explained.

With nervous fingers, I felt around for it. Sure enough, around the nape of her neck was a small zipper. I pulled it down as far as it would go, just below the center of her back. As I did, she kissed my cheek and neck, her hands slipping up my shirt. She let out soft, sigh, one of happiness of contentment that made my heart skip a beat. Rachel sounded so happy just to be snuggled up against me. She really loved me. I suppose that shouldn't have come as a shock, but knowing something and REALLY knowing something are two different things.

Once the zipper was down, Raven withdrew her hands from my shirt, her nails gently raking my skin as if she were hesitant to pull away. Still, pull away she did, in order to slip her arms out of her leotard. "Ready to see all of me?" she whispered. I nodded, mutely. I couldn't respond. To say she had my attention was an understatement.

Slowly, teasingly slow, she pulled the leotard down. Inch by inch, her perfect pale skin was revealed. Her face...when I could tear my eyes away long enough to look up there, had a naughty little smile on it. She knew how much this was affecting me. I think she was reveling in it. Finally her breasts were exposed.

They were big, as I had ordered (I felt a bit guilty about that...as if I had **** them on to her. A silly thought, but whatever). Her tiny frame made them seem even larger. She was so slender... "...so perfect..." I whispered, unable to stop myself from blurting out my current thought process. She blushed a bit at that and ended her teasing, pulling her leotard down to her lap.

Arching her back and lifting herself ever so slightly from the bed, Raven slipped it down. I took over, removing the jet black clothing from her pale body. "Don't keep me waiting," she cooed, now fully nude. She must have kicked her shoes off when I was busy taking in the sight of her body.

I didn't. My clothes soon landed next to hers on the bed room floor. Sitting up, she kissed me, our tongues rubbing as her breasts pressed against me. "John..." she whispered, her voice full of eager lust and, dare I say, love.