A for Android: The Big L

(( It seems that time and again there is a reason to refer to this story, so I cut it away from the novel as a standalone piece. The events depicted take place from September 2005 to April 2006. ))

A for Android: The big L

The noise was stunning. Bright lights flashed all around and smoke got into the lungs. Most people around probably were considering this fun. Andre tried to move himself to the music mimicing how others were doing it. It was not going well.

Every time he thought he got the hang of something the person he had been looking at vanished from the view and the next person was dancing in a decisively different style. He had to start from the beginning. All the while he spent a lot of concentration to avoid bumping too much into other people. Someone gave him elbow to the side, hard.

Just as he was gasping for breath the smoke generator spew a new cloud of the thick mist over the floor and the scented vapours invaded his lungs sending him into a desperate coughing spree. That was enough of this for now. He had already gotten some warning looks from a few guys who thought he had been checking their girls out. In truth he had been looking at the guys to see how they danced. What good would it have been to try and dance like a girl?

The situation irritated him. He was already nineteen, albeit just by a margin of a scarce few weeks, and still he was like an outcast among other youngsters. They had their cliques and groups and gangs and no one would talk to him. Not that he talked to others much either because what would he talk about? Robots?

By the bar he found with luck an empty chair and sat down. What was he doing in a place like this anyway? Just loud music he did not like, people who ignored him and drinks he tried hard to get used to. There was nothing for him in there, or was there?

The answer was of course obvious. There were girls, single girls who might want to be with him. That was as far as his plans went as he had no clear idea what he really wanted. To have a steady relationship, or just a string of one-night stands? To lose his virginity in any case, that was for sure.

There were girls of all kinds in there. Blonds, brunettes, bikers, jetsetters. Girls with full bodysuits and girls with almost no suit at all. Andre tried to decide which of them he would want the most. Despite his best efforts to the contrary his brains conjured up an image of Kitia.

Their juvenile affair had ended two years ago and less than gracefully. The breakup had been a straightforward one but the repercussions had run long. Andre had to admit that he may have overreacted a little and just maybe he had contributed something little towards the reasons for Kitia putting an end to it in the first place.

It was not that easy to have a proper relationship when you saw each other every single day and saw almost no one else for weeks at a time. Things got tense and it was easy to be snappier about small stuff than was needed. One day Kitia had just had enough, told him that it was the end and then vanished for a week. Even her aunt was unaware of her whereabouts. Later on she said that she had spent the week in the forest. They never quite reconciled after that.

As if that was not a bitter pill enough to swallow just to spite him Kitia had become involved with Andrea about a year ago. The betrayal of that slapped him still in the face hard. His own sister! His ex-girlfriend! He hated them. And yet he had to work with them daily. He ordered a beer and started drinking. That was his third and it was starting to have an effect.

What could he do? All of his friends had dropped out of contact after their father pulled them from school five years back. Friends. He chuckled darkly. Friends was putting it maybe a little strongly as it meant the boys who had not beaten him up. The last of that lot and blinked out on the radar when they were perma-grounded during the Rikti war.

Now it should have been different. It was now a year since he had gotten the permission to go to the city and be his own man. All it had been about was the age. Just as soon as he had turned eighteen all restrictions had been lifted. He had gained no small amount of satisfaction from the fact that Andrea had to stay at home one more year still.

It had been so exciting, at the time. The anticipation, the planning, all the thoughts and visions he had about partying with other kids. All the freinds he would make, all the girls he would meet. The first opportunity had been a week after his eighteenth birthday and it had been so dull. He had sat in a corner table in a club all night long and the only time people had talked to him was when they asked if the other chairs around the table were taken. Soon they were. Away. Stubbornly he stayed until the club closed for the night.

It had taken eight months before he tried it the next time. That had went better and he had even gathered enough courage to ask one girl's phone number. That was after six beers and he had been stone drunk. When the girl he had been looking at the whole night was leaving with her friend Andre had walked to them and just asked for the number. There was no bottom to his surprise when the girl wrote the number on the back of a match box.

When he tried to call her the next week all he got was the local hardware store. He tried to ask if the girl worked there and described her but no one there knew her. Then Andre thought that the number may have been wrong and tried calling every number that he could get by adding or substracting one from any of the numbers in the phone number. Nothing.

This was now the next time after that fiasco and the track record was still blank unless one counted the time a girl had asked Andre for a light. Of course he had had no lighter with him. The bar sold them, so now he did but that girl was long gone. Still he was ready for the next one.

The beer glass got empty. He felt like he needed to get a new one but did not really want to. Taking a leak provided a perfect excuse to leave the bar and thus he headed towards the toilets.

How could he approach a girl? He had given this much thought but no real solid plan had formed. There was all this tapping a shoulder and saying something witty and making her laugh but so far he had thought of no funny things to say. Rehearshing in front of a mirror back home had just shown a nervous guy forgetting to smile.

The door opened and he stepped inside the toilet unzipping his pants. He needed to go rather badly, actually. The beer had gone down in minutes and as a result his head was buzzing. He imagined it to be pleasant because it was supposed to be. A girl was leaning over the handwash sinks face close to the wall mirror and carefully applying some lipstick.

"If you think that by showing me yours I'll show you mine you're badly mistaken, Romeo." The girl had black hair running well to her mid-back, purple top and mini-skirt, black high-heeled boots and lively eyes. Her figure was all slender, curvy and busty and to his horror Andre realized he had walked into the girls' room. Feebly he pointed towards the door behind him and managed to squeak out "girls" before his voice gave out. That didn't faze his sole companion one bit.

"Yeah, it's always full. Like a flock of hen, except they put the mascara on forever. Men's room are almost always free." She noted Andre's discomfort. "What's the matter big boy, worried about the size? Use a stall if you're a shy guy, I promise I won't peek." So he had come to the right room after all, his company was just wrong. Or right, the girl was pretty. He tried to recall any one of those pickup lines from movies but could remember none. All he could do was blush, lick his lips nervously and keep staring.

Now the girl had finished with the makeup and looked at him, for the first time. She smiled. A girl was smiling at him! And it was no leer or pitiful smile followed by a headshake, it was a genuine 'I don't hate your guts' smile. She even giggled. "God you're cute when you blush." Then she walked over and tilted her head in a very girly way swinging her hair loose.

All of his plans had involved him talking to a girl but none had even touched the scenario about a girl talking to him. Andre just stood in silence and his lower lip twitched. The girl kept smiling and he had a distinct worry that he should say something before she just walked away. He wasted his chance.

The girl spoke again. "Are you here perhaps with a special someone?" Andre thought furiously. How would he know who someone was special? Not comprehending the question he formulated an answer he hoped would not reveal his ignorance. "I came here alone." His voice was full of nervous fear and his bladder was on the verge of a rupture. He wanted to keep talking to this girl but he also needed to go to pee.

The blackhaired prettyface smiled mischievously. "What if I promised you wouldn't have to come alone later tonight?" This girl was making no sense at all. Why would he come here again tonight if he chose to leave in the first place? Maybe she meant that they could go to another club and if it was a drag they could come back together here? "Okays.", he said.

She grinned and kissed him smack on to his lips. "Nice! A guy of little words, eh? I hope that means your tongue is not tired." Then she took his arm and tugged. "Let's go, gorgeous." Andre wanted to follow the girl but his abdomen was now in sheer pain. He shifted and made a face. The girl gave an odd look. "What's the matter?" Andre pointed at a stall. "I need to go first." Her expression got more joyous. "Alright. Go, but don't come." Then she walked out of the restroom.

The nonsense continued but Andre did not care. He had no attention span left. He quickly occupied a stall and for a good half a minute found the next best thing since jerking off in just relieving himself. When he was finally finished he zipped up and went to wash his hands. On the wall was a condom vendor.

Seeing it he got that funky amalgam of fear, daring, excitement, expectation and wishful thinking in the bottom of his gut. Who knew? Maybe it was too much to hope for but then again he could manage to seduce her aomehow. She had called him gorgeous. Stranger things had happened. His first ever rubber friend in pocket Andre left the toilet.

Outside his new friend put without ceremonies her hand into his and led him out of the club. There she waved her hand, caught a cab and in they went. Andre remembered that he had left his jacket back at the club but could just not bring himself to care. He was on an adventure, a wild and wonderful adventure. The girl was looking into his eyes and asked, "Your place or mine?"

This caught Andre by surprise, like so many other things that night. His place? Sure, he had his own room. Back at the farm. With ND-2, Andrea, and Kitia sleeping over, and it was just possible that his father was out of his labs. All this evoked emotions that were readable on his face. The girl leaned forward in the backseat and told the driver the destination. Then she leaned back again and proceeded to kiss her catch. Andre forgot about home immediately.

Of course he had kissed a girl before. Although just one girl, and Kitia had been somewhat inhibited. Most of the time it had been just prolonged lip contact. This was something entirely different. Her lips were so tightly pressed on his, her tongue was in his mouth which Andre found extremely exhilarating and her hands were touching him, touching all over in places he had barely dared to hope.

All this while they were in the cab. Occasionally he remembered that the driver could see them in the rear view mirror. Then the girl did something that made him forget it. A girl was all but sexing him in the backseat, he was drunk and on the road to heaven.

The neighbourhood was one of the glummer ones. Not a bad corner as such but not the picked fences kind of suburb that he had for some reason expected. Before he could as much as blink the girl had pushed him out of the car, paid the driver and again seized his hand. When she did that he fell into an automaton mode, following obediently.

The apartment was on the fourth floor and was for all practical purposes just one room. There was a small kitchen corner and even smaller toilet. The frontdoor opened directly to the living room which also had the bed. She caught him looking at it and with a coy smile said, "My grandma got it for me. She said it was too small to be double-sized and obvious but big enough to be comfortable for two."

She grabbed Andre by his pants and pulled close, kissed him, swung around him and pushed him straight on his back on the bed landing on top of him and not for a moment breaking the kiss. She pinched his earlobe with fingernails gently. "Want to test if she was right?" Luckily for both she again dived in for kissing and prevented Andre from saying anything about testing and her grandma.

With just a little prodding she got his shirt off and rolled her tongue tip over his chest stopping to pay extra attention to the nipples. Andre felt electrified and shivered under the decisive touch. This was something that he had never done with Kitia. She unbottoned his pants and opened the fly. He stopped breathing. Was this it? His first time?

When he next drew breath the pants were gone and her hands were rubbing his boxers. Rubbing what was under the boxers. The was a rush, a rush of endorphines and a rush of blood. The girl was smiling wildly and tugged the waistband downwards. She wrapped her lips around her prize. That was the best thing to happen to Andre, ever.

The girl knew what she was doing and drove him up but not to the top. When she stopped Andre opened his eyes to ask her to continue. Ask, plead, beg, whichever would keep her going. The top flew to the floor and there was the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. The second pair he had ever seen, too. Then the girl rose to stand on the bed and pulled down her skirt and panties.

Andre had once rented an adult movie, during the last year, and watched it in his room. He had not dared to keep the volume on because of the noises the girls in it were making. Despite locking the door he had been all along aware of other people in the house, painfully so. He had felt good touching himself but at the same time deeply ashamed. It was a secret thing, done behind a locked door and all the while he was afraid that someone would come behind his door to listen what he was doing. He did not rent another one.

That had been his the most remarkable sexual experience with female nudity before this. He had never imagined a situation like this. The girl descented, crouched over him, locked lips with his and wiggled her ass. Then she pushed down and Andre dived into something tight, wet, warm and in a word divine. This was so much better with a girl than on his own.

Occasionally the girl was leaning to kiss him, occasionally she was sitting straighter. All the while she moved her hips rhythmically and gradually began to moan. She tried to direct Andre's hands to her breasts but they were clumsy, indecisive and clueless what their purpose was. He was far too preoccupied with the incredibly sweet pressure that was gathering strenght and which had nothing to do with his powers.

Suddenly his mind flared up, body tensed, back first ached and then he leaned forward gasping for breath and shaking all over. The girl still moved with a quickening pace and the feeling was getting too much. He squirmed and fell on his back and gripped at the bedsheets with his hands. The girl stopped and looked at him. "Oh, you came already?" Andre blinked learning a new meaning to a familiar word. He nodded, still shaking.

She bent close enough to nuzzle noses with him. "I'm not finished yet, you know? I bet you wanna make up up for it?" Oh yes. This had been so good, she had been so good to him. He wanted her to feel good, and nodded. Remotely he wondered how since he knew that always afterwards he would be limp for a time. Maybe she was willing to wait?

"Do you want me on my back or is this good?" The warm post coitus afterglow was setting in and he was just well where he was. "This is good.", he replied. His one-night lover grinned seemingly pleased and lurched forward bringing her crotch to touch his chin. Suddenly Andre realized what was expected of him. Renting that movie paid off now and he closed his mouth just in time before the wet slimy feel overtook his face.

Pushing with both hands he managed to move the girl enough to speak. "I changed my mind. On your back." Without a word she sought a new position lying on her back and spreadin her legs. Andre wiped his face with the back of a hand and thought with a new clarity of mind.

This was simply something he did not want to do or was prepared for in any way. He had followed the girl with his gaze as she moved and was now staring between her legs. The dark pubic hair had glistening droplets of vaginal fluids hanging. "Get to it.", the girl oredered. Andre leaned his face closer.

Maybe it would not be so bad. If the girl was expecting this maybe it was a common thing. He inhaled. The musk was strong but not entirely unpleasant. Still, tasting it seemed like a dreadful idea. Nevertheless he opened his mouth a little. There was some white goo oozing out of her. Disgusted he realized that the stuff was his. There was no way he would or even could do this.

The girl had risen to rest on her elbows and looked at Andre. "Just stick your tongue in and go for it." Andre stared at her. She stared back. There was an indisputable command in those eyes. Swallowing his disgust he obeyed, and ended up swallowing a whole lot more. He was thankful and relieved when finally his mistress squealed and squeezed his head between her thighs.

Andre woke up to a weird sensation. He was stiff like sometimes in the mornings except now it was somehow aching. He gasped becoming wise awake and looked downwards. A dark shock of hair was moving back and forth in slow pace and the ache was transforming into a pressinf pleasure. The sucking feel intensified sending him finally into sudden spasms. It was almost as good as last night. The girl snuggled next to him. "Now I have to throw you out, I have stuff to do."

Immediately he got up and started looking around for his clothes. They had been thrown all around. While scavenging for the missing pieces of clothing he was aware of his nakedness and was embarrassed which was remarkable and just three minutes ago he had not been. All the while the girl watched him lying on the bed not much minding that everything about her was showing. She smiled and when Andre had gotten his clothes on she rolled onto her back keeping the eye contact. "Going to give me a call later?"

He smiled, unsure if this was a joke of somekind. "I don't have your number." Lazily like a cat in the afternoon sun she stretched her hand towards the night desk, grabbed her phone and hit a few buttons pointing the device at Andre. After a few seconds his phone beeped having received an infrared transmission. "Now you do."

He looked at the girl and thought of last night. Myriad feelings swirled in his mind and clashed with rational thinking. She had wanted to sleep with him. She had wanted him to do repulsive things. She wanted to see him again. Which weighted the most? She licked her lips and suddenly he could vividly experience the memory of her mouth encompassing him. "Okays, I'll call you.", he said.

Then he walked to the door and opened it. The girl shouted after him. "Hey Romeo, what's your name." He replied quickly, "Andre", and stepped out. Then he stopped to think for a second and looked over his shoulder. "What't yours?" The girl smiled sweetly and waved a hand. "Emmily."

Andre nodded, mostly to himself, closed the door behind him and started to walk towards the faraway bus station. He put his hands into the trouser pockets leisurely and enjoyed the autumn morning sun. And found the condom he had forgotten to use.

When he got home it was noon. He slipped into the kitchen and opened the fridge looking for some breakfast. In the bus he had noticed that he was starving. There was the leftovers from yesterday that he decided to heat. Somebody cleared throat behind him. A metallic throat. Oh bugger. Still, it could have been worse. It could have been Andrea.

"Good morning Nadia." Andre wondered whether he had a chance of fooling his mother to believe that he had spent the night home, just quiet. "Good to have you back, young master. Did you have a good time?" So much for bluffing. He pulled a face. It was the time to think quick and smart. What would be a plausible story? Spending the night at an old school mate's place? Wandering around the city learning the streetnames? Getting too drunk and awaking in a gutter in the morning?

"Are you going to see her again?" Apparently it was possible to disregard a question just by declining to asnwer it. However that brand of tactics had the major downside of the question getting replaced with an even more embarrassing one. From the line the inquiries were taking Andre deduced that the game was pretty much up. He turned around and smiled awkwardly at his mom. "I guess so?" Maybe the casualness of the reply would make it all sound less important one.

The robot nodded in a precise manner. "I see. I am happy for you, young master. Now, I presume that adequate precautions were taken?" For a moment he became the very embodiment of bafflement until he caught up with how much ahead ND-2 was. He was struck dumb and flushed crimson red. Somehow he in the end managed to mutter, "I don't know what you mean." That was the wrong way to go about it.

ND-2 assumed her teacher mode. "Young master. When you practise intercourse with either a female or male companion you must protect yourself from venereal diseases. If you do not you are at risk and simultaneously become a risk to your future companions. Not to mention the chance of impregnating your female companion. You don't want to become a father at such an early age, do you?"

Multiple angles fought for his attention. One of the most pressing ones was where Andrea and Kitia were. Nearby? If they caught a whiff of what he had been up to there would be no end to the abuse. Ever. Ever never ever. Catching a bug worried him only fleetingly and was greatly shadowed by the possibility of Emmily now expecting a child for him.

"You will now go to be tested, today. If your results are negative and you trust that your partner is exclusively your partner and has means for birth control there is no real need to use condoms. If she has multiple partners, or if you have, I want you to henceforth practice safer kind of sex. Is this understood?" In general and out of habit Andre felt like arguing but knew that prolonging this discussion would mean risking the girls overhearing and that was too awful to be an option. He nodded. "Understood, mom."

The next week he got the results. All came out negative. It also looked like his sister and Kitia were no wiser to his dealings even if Andrea made a few remarks of him spending the night away. It was probably that she did not even consider the possibility of her brother getting lucky with a girl, and on the other hand that had been the first night Andre ever spent away from home so it had novelty value all on its own.

Then it was Friday again.

The decision had been made long before he was aware of it. Andre huddled under a tree with yellow and red leaves and tried to find a spot where the wind would not bother him too much while the call tone sounded soullessly in his phone. Somewhere someone pressed a green button and the call connected. "Em, talk fast." It took a moment for him to realize it was his turn to speak. "Hello Emmily. This is Andre, remember?" He was hoping dearly that she remembered.

The answer carried a cold, angry tone. "About fucking time. What in the hell took you so long or didn't you get it up before today?" What had he done wrong? Was there a rule about calling a girl back sooner than this? Whatever his mistake was he now regreted it already immensly. "Sorry, sorry. I should've called before!" Had he now blown it? The first girl to like him, since ever. There had to be a way to fix things, there just had to be. "I'll do whatever I can to make up for it!"

"You can bet your sorry ass you will, you fuck. Now come over, you know where I live." Andre stood there the silent phone on his ear for a long while, shocked and frozen still. Emmily had been furious over some blunder that he had done. But, had she not in the end invited him over? Well, commanded to be frank. Then he realized that Emmily was waiting for him and he should be moving already.

He arrived at her door being out of breath. When he had been over half-way from the station he realized how big a distance it in fact was and that he should really have taken a cab. Then it was too late and he had to run the whole leg. Catching a small break did never occur to him, not even downstairs. He was late already. A rapid knock sounded in the small apartment.

Emmily opened the door and grabbed Andre by his shirt yanking him unceremonously in. The door slammed shut. The place was just small as he remembered but now he had the presence of mind to notice things. The place was untidy, nothing like home which was always clean. There were old, dirty clothes on the floor and the table was loaded with rank Chinese take-away boxes. Emmily kissed him and was all warmth now. Hot.

"I missed you big boy. Come to bed and make me happy again.", she rasped trying to pull the boy along who to his owm amazement resisted a little. "What, now? I mean, won't we be going to a club? Or something?" Emmily looked at him sternly. "I'm horny now and I want to fuck. Is that a problem?" It was, after a fashion but still Andre shook his head. Opposing the girl was something he was not too keen on. Nevertheless there was something he felt like he needed to know.

Red colour creeped on his face and he barely dared to look at his would-be sexual partner. Still he could not pull his stare away, possibly because Emmily had just pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it across the small room in a suspicious looking pile of dirty clothes that just maybe hid a laundry basket underneath. She wore no bra and the perky boobs stole a considerable amount of his attention. He had to fight real hard to get the words out and that he managed only because his excitement made him partially forget his fear. "What about protection?", he stammered.

Emmily laughed. "You weren't much concerned about that the last time I humped you. You came right inside and didn't even try to avoid it." Andre was simply flushed with discomfort and embarrassment. With a smug look she waved her hand and swept the question off the table. "Docs insisted on putting in a device so there's no risk of bastard kids." She lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal a definite lack of knickers. "Loose the pants already."

His hands went to unbutton his pants quite without a conscious effort. The girl's commanding tone was to be obeyed. And yet he had one more question because he would not defy ND-2 either. One more thing to make sure of. "Do you have many partners?", Andre asked. Maybe it was something that he needed to check but at the very least this exact question could have been formulated better. Sheer anger flared inside Emmily and her tensing muscles created a very threatening posture.

"What? Are you fucking calling me a fucking whore?" She got close to Andre and stared into his frightened face. He had of course managed to get his sister riled up regularly but he was unaccustomed to this kind of cold fury. The girl lifted her hand. All Andre could do was look at the hand. Memories from schoolyard flooded his mind and froze him immobile. The anger and the fist were clear signs of what would happen next.

The hit connected to just above the left cheekbone. It was no bitchy slap but an honest-to-god punch. "You little shit!" It sent him backwards two steps just to keep his balance. A flimsy arm raised to shield his face could not offer adequate protection. The next hit caught the side of his nose and sent a painful, blinding flash accross the left eye. "You dickless wanker! Do you fucking think I sleep around all week? I was fucking waiting for you to call to get a fuck and what do I get? Fucking abuse, that's what!" She screamed and kept pummeling him to the body as he had pulled his head behind arms and cowered down.

Each punch hurt, even more than the schoolyard scuffles. Then the aim had been to trash the weirdo around without any real lasting physical damage whereas the enraged girl was seeking to hurt him for real. Andre crouched down whimpering, he wanted her to stop but could not raise a hand to make it happen. Punch after punch smashed to his shoulder or head. "I haven't screwed anyone but you for fucking weeks you second rate cuntlicker! Do you want us to be exclusive, huh? What? Do you want to make sure I stay faithful? Huh? Do you want us to go steady?" Now the swinging fist slammed against his ear and the brief burst of searing pain made Andre cry out.

This broke the spell. It took him for a while to notice that the violence had ceased but when he finally dared to look up Emmily was looking back down on him, smiling as if nothing had happened and offered her hand. "C'mon you big pussy. Time to get happy now." She pulled the unresisting boy up from the floor, finished the unbuttoning and pushed him on the bed. Then she had her way with him and having had experience with him knew how to manage her toy better. Mouthplay included she pushed him for an hour before allowing him to gasp in pleasure and rest.

Afterwards she snuggled next to him in the most gentle manner and cooed into his ear with playful seduction. "So, are we going steady, loverboy?" Andre looked at her unable to think straight at all, the post-coital glow dimming out everything bad in the world. "Okays.", he said.

Outside the month old snowblanket covered the land like it had since a week before Christmas. Andre pushed his dinner around the plate unenthusiastically. Andrea had finished her meal and leaned her head to her hand leisurely. "It's Friday. Are you going clubbing again bro?"

Andre looked up shiftily and swallowed the small piece of potato that had been in his mouth for two minutes. It had become common that on Fridays he had no appetite. His concentration was worse than usual and the nights before he slept poorly. "I guess.", he said. Andrea sipped her milk. "I was thinking in the morning, what if me and Kitia came along? You could show us some cool place. You must know tons of them because you go there every week."

A fork clattered on the floor and Andre leaned to get it. How would he get out of this now? He was supposed to meet Emmily in an hour. And he had been into a club just that one five months ago. All subsequent visits to the city had been spent in Emmily's flat and he was lucky to find that one club any more. If the girls tagged along he was in major trouble. Either they would find out what he had been up to or he would stand Emmily up and go to some random club with his sister and Kit. Both options were only slightly better than death.

"But Kitia doesn't feel like going, so another time." She sighed. "I guess we'll wait until we go to Paragon City to meet the big world. You must be happy bro, going there to have fun every weekend." A pain gripped Andre's insides and he pushed the barely touched plate away. He was relieved beyond description that the girls were staying behind but still that did not make him feel any better. "Yeh, real happy."

He got up being done with the dinner. "See you tomorrow, sis. Or Sunday." Andrea picked a peanut from a decorative bowl and flicked it at his forehead, hitting the target. "Where do you go, who do you see, and where do you sleep? Bro, do you have girlfriend." Andre rushed out without asnwering. To avoid the question sure, but also because he felt like he could not contain the nausea much longer. Andrea was left looking at the door and remarked to a sweeper robot that scuttered around her feet, "You know, I don't think he has a girl. First, it's Andre and who would want him? And he looked more like he had to study poetry rather than going to party." The robot beeped to acknowledge that the audio input had been received, and since it has nothing to do with cleaning the floor, duly discarded.

Once again Andre found himself behind the familiar door. He had long since learned to come prepared. Emmily rarely had anything fancier than bread and cheese, and going from Friday night to Sunday afternoon with that and takeaway meals lost its appeal after a few months. He had little idea how to actually cook all that much even if ND-2 had taught the basics of it. He knocked the door and tried to hold the grocery bag without dropping anything.

There was never telling in what mood she would be in. If she had taken her pills during the week it was tolerable and even pleasurable, but if not, her temper would be hard to keep under check. It was not her fault, of course. How could it be her fault that she needed pills to feel better? He was a little dubious if all the booze she drank was good for her but she insisted that it just made her to relax better. Andre dreaded to see how she would be when less relaxed.

The door opened and he stepped in. Emmily was wearing black leather boots with high heels, long black gloves up to her elbows, a corset and a miniskirt. On her hand she had a cat-'o'-nine-tails which Andre remembered all too vividly. Emmily had said that the next time he would get be at the giving end. She looked at the bags. ”What did you bring this time?” She riffled through the contents quickly and laughed mischievously. ”Carrots! Are you hungry, Andre?” He shook his head which made her just smile more. ”Pity. Later then.”

When she turned around Andre saw that the marks on her back had mostly healed in two weeks. She had wanted him to cut her with a razorblade, in various locations. The wounds on her inner thighs he had licked until they stopped bleeding. Before leaving he had insisted on using antiseptics on them just to stop her from getting an infection.

The room was chilly but no longer freezing. Last weekend it had been positively cold because the heat had been turned off. It had taken some investigative skills for Andre to learn that Emmily had left some bills unpaid for some time. He had taken care of those with his father's money and now it was again bearable. Maybe this time she would settle staying inside for intimate action.

Last weekend she had reasoned that the early January air outside was not much colder than her apartment and it would be a nice change of pace to go have some skin to skin action in a park. Andre had stalled as long as he could but eventually the stronger will had won. The daylight had been waning but not completely gone when they reached the nearest park. After that it had been just doing as told. He had been the whole time mortally scared of someone walking by even if he had managed to find a reasonably secluded spot. The ground was cold, frosted and even if most snow had been swept aside it still got into uncomfortable places. The terror that he was experiencing had prevented him from getting an orgasm and after Emmily had been sated he faked his. As she was off her pills he knew that being caught faking would have sent her into mad rage. So, despite the numbing cold and fear of exposure he offered to clean her with tongue. That was the only way he could think to hide the lack of evidence. So, chilly inside air and a bed was a definitive improvement.

Suddenly she turned around, not lightning-fast but nevertheless Andre never saw it coming. His training had been oriented more towards steady offense and even if defensive maneuvers were a part of his daily schedule there was no inbuilt reaction chain to be on constant guard. The fist caught him squarely on the jaw and knocked him down. Frantically he tried to get up but it was far too late for it then. The punches rained down each bruising a new area in his body that he tried to shield to no avail.

Finally Emmily relented. Andre had kept quiet, no whimpering, no yelping, no pleading. None of it had worked in the past. When the rage hit it just had to pass on its own pace and all he could do was weather it out and protect all the vital parts the best he could. When the violence had stopped and it seemed like no new fit would strike he dared to look up. Emmily was panting and her black hair draped over her face like dirty, oily snakes. Instead of anger there was confusion on her face, a bewildered look, lost and confused. He reached towards her trying to stand up. "Emmily?"

She flinched but did not pull away when Andre touched her hand. He held the hand steadily. "What is wrong? What did I do now? Emmily, haven't you taken your pills?" She was trembling and her was quivered. "I don't know. I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry babe, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" Andre wanted to cry but just shook his head. "It's alright, alright now. I'll take care of you." They sat on the bed and for the first time the clothes disappeared gradually, without a rush. For the first time in five months Andre felt a touch of real closeness.

It lasted for a time. Emmily clung to his man as if the human warmth was enough for her, enough to still some neverending storm in her mind. But as her climax drew closer her desires started to awaken once more. The lucidity in th epit of her eyes gave way to the familiar, manic need, need to control, need to strive, need to fullfill whatever unconventional flings that she visioned.

Suddenly she was on top of him with a packet of needles in her hand. By then Andre had fallen into the horrendous stupor that held him in its grip and offered no resisntance as the needles pierced his skin and flesh. All the while Emmily rode on until she gasped and convulsed and burrowed her sharpened nails deep into his chest, drawing blood. As she lied down Andre hurried to pick the needles out and back into the box. His stomach was hurting. Usually he was not afraid of needles but now he was.

"Go get a carrot.", Emmily said in a commanding tone. Dreading what was to come Andre got out of the bed and walked across the room to the grocery bags. Just before Christmas Emmily had wanted him on his fours and just as he was wondering why he had glimpsed her fetching a dildo. It had not been for her that time. His hand was shaking as he picked a carrot from the bag. he chose the smallest one, just in case. Back on the bed the girl was already spreading with a renewed hungry look shining in the eyes. No words were needed to know what was required. Andre set to the task and aided with his tongue because he wanted this to be over fast. He had not himself yet ejaculated but now he just wished that she would not notice. Before long the weekly practiced moves yielded a result and he sighed from relief. Prematurely. There was still the encore left. "Eat it.", she said.

Tasting her was not an issue, that he was used to. But so far it had been just wetness, musk and aroma. The carrot was solid, it needed chewing and swallowing. The awful feeling in his stomach grew stronger and just in time he realiced that the bits that he had forced down were coming up. He rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently, over and over again, waves of terrible shakes washing over him each time. Somewhere in the back of his mind was ringing Emmily's laughter.

After January it became easier. Andre was certain that Emmily was taking her pills again and the things he performed in bed were with a few exceptions weird and unexpected at best. Still he did not feel at peace. Every time he met her there was ther threat of demands to sate yet another compulsion that would drive him later in the week into sobbing fits when he was alone. So, in essence, it never became easier at all.

It was the last weekend before they were slated to leave for Paragon City. Soon it would be May and their new lives as licensed heroes would commence. Andre had not yet told Emmily that he was leaving. He was afraid. Afraid of what she might do, and what she might do to him. He had no idea how she would take it.

Now Emmily was crouched in front of him, her behind held high and Andre kept pushing in. The small tremblings were a subtle sign of her soon orgasming and if she was as tired as Andre hoped he could finish soon after and they could finally sleep. Her breathing grew faster and it would be real soon now. Suddenly she pulled forward making him slip out and said, "Wait."

His heart skipped a beat. She no doubt wanted her other hole worked too, and that was something he was not very fond of. After that she would lick him clean and then kiss him with tongue. But this time his fear was unfounded. She just rolled to her back and spread her legs stroking he rpink wetness with a fingernail. "Come over me."

He started to descent but she put the other hand against his chest. "No. Come. Over me." Then he understood. It was actually nothing extraordinary compared to a lot of things that had taken place during the past eight months. He took a good hold and looked at her. She was excited. And cruel. Anxiety hit him like a wet blanket. She took pleasure in making him obey. He practically felt the blood retreating back into his body and what he held fell limp and useless. Panic was taking over and he tried to grip harder and move his hand and yank and pull but there was no reaction. All the while he kept looking at Emmily and noticed the sadistic glimmer in her eyes. She was getting aroused over his discomfort and plight. He felt emotions screaming inside.

Emmily kept fingering herself and enjoyed the moment until it dawned on her that the boy was not faking or moving according to the plan. First she was gleefuland called him 'impotent' and 'useless wanker'. The she realized that he was disobeying. How did he dare? Untold anger permeated her as she got up and started to hammer at her target. She screamed and yelled, insults were pouring out and all the time the fists struck down with rage. Andre fell to the floor and tried to crawl away. He got to the pile of his clothes and gathered them tightly against his chest. The shame and pain and pure malice that he was facing had at som epoint made him start to cry. Face contorted he pushed up and lurched to the door. He got it open and ran down the stairs Emmily's curses following him all the way.

Just before the staircase door he pulled his clothes on and walked out in a haze.

It was a day later that he finally returned home.

Less than a week later he had left to his new life as Coile, a new up-and-coming hero of Paragon City.

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- Coile * The Silent Tempest
"There is nothing really supernatural at it but it is extraordinary that a schoolgirl can do it so good." -description of Love Angel