Toph starts teasing me.

I swallowed hard as I drove. She had that impish smile on her face, her dull green eyes still staring vacantly ahead. Sure, she had been built to my specifications, but planning it out and actually seeing it were two different things. Sitting next to me was an eightteen year old version of Toph Bei Fong with incredibly big jugs. And she was flirting with me. This is the sort of shit you dream about, not actually experience. "Uh...well, it's not too far," I told her.

I didn't think it was possible but her grin got wider, possibly because she detected the slight nervousness in my voice. I mean, sure I knew there was no chance of rejection, but still...I was excited and all. "Well, I guess I'll wait it out then," she replied, putting her feet up on the dash. "Uh...could you not do that? Your feet are slightly muddy and you'll get footprints on it," I said. She blew hair from her face in a huff and put her feet back down. I wasn't sure if it was because I told her that she had to get her feet off the dash or because I said her feet were dirty. She had a bit of a thing about her feet if I remembered right. They WERE her sole means of "vision", after all.

She pouted for a moment before that grin returned. She reached over and began to feel along my arm. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. "Well, I AM blind," the robo-slut said dryly. "I can't see you so I'm going to do the next best thing and get a feel for you. After all, I would like to know the guy who saved my life. Hmm. Arms aren't too big. Toned, but not all bugley." She gave my arm a squeeze. "Yeah...nice and hard. I bet there are all sorts of parts of your body that are...nice and hard." She licked her lips with a seductive smile on her face. "What else do we have here?" She felt along my arm and up to my face. She didn't stay there long, I noticed. "Oooh. Strong features. Very masculine face. Hmm...you shouldn't shave so much. I like the feeling of facial stubble rubbing against me. Especially...well, use your imagination, handsome."

It was starting to get hard to drive, but I couldn't tell her to stop. Her hands traveled down to my chest. "Huh. Weird shirt. Doesn't feel like any fabric I know. Hmm...you could stand a little working out here. Pecs are hard but," her hands travelled further down, "no abs. That's tragic. Spare a hand for a sec, John?" "Um...well, I really shouldn't..." "That's not a "no"," she replied, guiding one of my hands to her. Thankfully we were in my neighborhood so I wasn't going too fast. She moved my hand to her own stomach. "Feel that?" she purred, moving my hand along her defined abdomen. Nice touch. I didn't mind a little muscle on my girls, so long as they weren't hulking amazons with biceps bigger then my head.

She began to guide my hand further up. "Want to feel MY chest? It's a lot softer then yours, I'll tell you that," Toph teased. "We're here," I nearly squeaked. Rather then be disappointed that her teasing was over, she fumbled with the door, figuring out how to open it pretty quick. "Alright! I SO need to get out of these clothes! My pants keep going up the crack of my ass." I wasn't sure if she was being blunt or still teasing. She had a nice ass to be sure.