Quite the Opposite

I let out a strangled "ack" as Gaz wrapped her arms around me, squeezing. "You're the best, John! I'll be your piggy any day!" she squealed (ironically enough). As if realizing what she had just said, Gaz backed up a bit and cleared her throat. "Er...well, you know what I mean..." I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed exactly, but I felt like she had caught herself off guard.

Smiling, I pecked her on the nose. "I know," I assured her. "And as for those guys who teased you? Fuck'em. What do they know?" Her cheeks pink, Gaz nodded. Her face looked like she was trying to restrain a beaming smile, keeping it small. Looks like I had calmed her libido down for the time being.

I could only assume this was part of her programming. Whatever means she used to sense my own arousal level (could be her AI piecing it together from observation or maybe she had a sensor in there) must have picked up on my weariness. Regardless of what it was, it was nice to just cuddle for once. Whatever part of her programming that caused arousal simply from my touch seemed to be temporarily disabled, because she was actually relaxed rather then getting more excited.

"So...wanna watch me fuck people up on Call of Duty?" she asked. "Depends...you going to be playing naked?" I responded. She seemed to be considering it so I chuckled and held up my hands. "Kidding, kidding..." She flicked my nose in retaliation.