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Z3: Chapter 2: First Date

Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Author: ZeeMurphy, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

latin heritage. Thoughts of her face and shoulder faded a bit as she sat forward in her seat to answer his question. Her breasts strained against the fabric of the dress, and for the first time Zee realized what he was in for. This gorgeous woman already had him squirming in his seat, and they’d just sat down. Madison had started to answer his question when Eve quietly whispered in his mind. “It’s your teenage brain. We rebuilt your body too well, when it comes to situations like this. Your testosterone is pretty high for a guy your age, and the nanochine can only do so much to keep it under control.” Zee nodded as Madison talked, also acknowledging Eve’s statement. “If it’s any consolation, if you were any other guy with this level of testosterone you’d probably be humping her leg right now.” The barista called out his name, and he excused himself to grab their coffee. As he walked to the counter he had Eve replay what Madison had said. She’d had a good day, more or less, but she was worried about a project she had coming up in English. The cups were nice and warm in his hands as he returned to the table, and rejoined the conversation without a breathy computer in his ear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Their conversation at the coffee house went really well, a few initial pauses eventually giving way to a lot of common ground. Zee was a much bigger nerd than she was, but she was what he liked to think of as ... “nerd-tolerant”, not at all put off when he said something unbelievably geeky. He’d already known that she’d been in the system much of her life, but he had no idea her relationship with her adoptive mom was so tenuous. She’d apparently only taken her in at the end of the eighth grade, and they were still getting to know each other. For his part, he laid out his own background, such as it was. The story he and Eve had come up with was a divorced, almost always absent father. He was an insurance investigator, and spent most of his time overseas. They commiserated over the absent parent thing, though he was careful not to dwell too much on his situation. Both because he admitted to her he loved basically living alone, and because Zee didn’t want to demean her real, actual life experience. His made up bullshit was no reason for even fake misery. As the evening wore on they broke out their sketchbooks, looking through each other’s work. Madison started off quiet, but after a few pagers started making exclamations about how embarassed she was to show her stuff in comparison to what he was doing. That was when Zee admitted he was actually already working as a commercial artist, making pretty good money freelancing with tabletop companies and smaller game developers. Despite her statements to the contrary, she was actually quite good. As Madison had said, her style was very different than his own. His sharp lines and concept-art style contrasted heavily with the curved lines and heavy ...