2 Girls in University Event
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - At a faraway university, where I provided technical support for a multi-day event on the topic of artificial intelligence. The university was four hours away by car, and I went alone because no one else at the company was available. The girl who organized the event had an ugly face, but she had a wonderful body (primarily her tits) and was very lovely. I had never seen a girl more beautiful than her female friend; she was moderator of the event, but she had lovers. Finally, I fucked both.
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I woke up first in the morning. I turned off her phone, she hugged me with all her strength, the quilt slipped from under her face. In her sleep, she sometimes dug her nails into my side. She pulled one knee up and snored on top of me. I kissed her neck and shoulders and positioned myself so that I could gently insert my hard dick into her vagina. I wanted her to wake up to the feeling of me moving inside her. I moved slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t be startled if she woke up suddenly, and after a few movements, I felt her hug me tighter and breathe more deeply. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Perhaps in her dream. She lay with her eyes closed, moving too, moaning softly, breathing deeply. She hugged me, caressed me, moaned. I pushed my cock all the way in, and she must have woken up with a loud “aaah.” She hugged me, sighed deeply, and kissed me back. I hugged her back, and we both moved. I wasn’t used condom, I wanted to wait for her orgasm and then somehow take of mine. We moved, and she moaned louder and louder, then suddenly squeezed my cock by her vagina so that my ass was pressed against hers. I could feel her pussy throbbing, her whole body, not silently, but moaning as she came. I loved it. It lasted a minute, if not longer. Finally, she calmed down and stroked me, breathing deeply.
I caressed her head and her beautiful body, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest.
“Can I do in doggie? I’d love that.”
“Sure, but please be careful, cum on my back at the end.”
I climbed out from under her, knelt behind her, and lifted her hips. I put my cock in her from behind, slowly but all the way in. I grabbed her hips, felt her pussy wet, and just moved, moved, it was amazing. She knelt, buried her face in the pillow, and moaned softly. It didn’t take me long either, I came soon, and before my cum out I pulled out as I promised her. Some of my cum even got on her hair, her back was completely covered. I lay on top of her, spreading everything over her, my stomach was covered by my cum too, we were almost stuck together. She laughed.
“Now bring me a tissue and wipe it off me!”
A few seconds later, I got up, brought a tissue, and started wiping my cum off her back. One tissue wasn’t enough, so I used another one on my own stomach. Then I hugged her and kissed her back and shoulders from behind.
“Did the phone alarmed?”
“Yes, but I turned it off.”
“Then let’s get up because we’re going to be late.”
She turned to me and we kissed each other for a long time.
We took a shower because the paper towel operation didn’t go perfectly, had toast for breakfast, tea, coffee, got dressed, and got into the truck to get through the last day of lectures. When we arrived, his beautiful blonde girlfriend welcomed us and was very enthusiastic because she said that the university students loved yesterday’s lecture and there was a lot of positive feedback. And then there was the phone call in the evening ... it was an experience for her too, and she loves that the two of us found each other.
On the last day of the presentation, the speakers were casually dressed men, so-called “influencers.” This day was more funny than depressing, because they were all talking nonsense. One explained that China had already beaten everyone with its own AI chips, which were produced at 1/10th of the price while 10 times faster. The other talked about how the Russians did not want unfair superiority on the Ukrainian front, so they were not deploying their fully AI-controlled missiles, because no one else had them yet.
I looked around the lecture hall and some of the university students were actually writing this stuff down. The guy talking about Chinese chips wore expensive sneakers and kept gesturing wildly with his hands. He said something about how China was dominating the world market and everyone else was finished. I didn’t know anything about chips or prices, but even I could tell he was exaggerating everything.
The Russian missile guy was even worse. He had a man bun and spoke very seriously about military technology like he was some kind of expert. He claimed the Russians were holding back their best weapons out of fairness, which sounded completely ridiculous to me. My girlfriend texted me asking how it was going. I texted back that today’s speakers were clowns. At least it was more entertaining than the boring researchers from the other days, even if nothing they said seemed believable.
The blonde moderator looked less convinced today too. She asked some polite questions but I could tell she wasn’t taking them as seriously.
After the break, the “speakers” suddenly changed the subject and talked about how artificial insemination will become important because, in the future, real people will not be needed for intimate emotional relationships; it will be enough to integrate chatbots that mimic characters already in use today into mechanical robots covered with skin. Apparently, there is already a case of someone marrying a chatbot because they fell in love with it. I haven’t heard about this yet, but who knows, maybe it’s true.
I glanced at my girlfriend sitting a few rows away and she looked as uncomfortable as I felt. The guy with the man bun was explaining this like it was a normal thing, talking about how people would prefer relationships with robots because they were easier or more convenient or something. Some students were taking notes. Others looked confused or embarrassed. I just sat there thinking this whole thing had gone from boring to completely weird.
The other influencer chimed in about dating apps and how chatbots were already better at conversation than real people. He showed some screenshots on the projector of conversations that were supposed to prove his point. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or trying to be provocative. Either way, it was uncomfortable to listen to. The blonde moderator asked a question about ethics and the speakers just shrugged and said technology doesn’t care about ethics, it just happens.
I checked the schedule on my phone. Still hours before this ended. I wondered why my company had sent me to this thing. The first days with the actual scientists were boring and depressing, but at least they seemed professional. These guys just seemed like they were making things up as they went along.
After the second break, three-quarters of the university students did not return, and the rest stayed mainly for the jokes. The influencers were quite confused and explained that America had fallen behind in chip manufacturing, but Europe was being ruined by restrictive ethical regulations, and that AI development should be allowed to follow its own path because that is what people want. According to one influencer, the rich of the future will have AI robots that just make money while he sunbathes on the beach and remotely controls his work robots with an app, and they will do everything for him. Another said that a significant portion of humanity already has neural AI chips implanted in their brains without their knowledge, and that these are used to control them, especially in developing countries where vaccinations are mandatory. At this point, the previously patient female moderator lost her temper a little and asked what the alleged AI chips were forcing people in developing countries suffering from Ebola to do, order banana skirts from Amazon with their monthly income of $10?
The lecture hall got very quiet after that. A few of the remaining students laughed nervously. The influencer with the man bun looked annoyed and tried to explain that she didn’t understand how control systems worked, but the moderator just stared at him with her arms crossed. I had never seen her look angry before. She was always so professional and polite, even when the speakers were saying ridiculous things.
The other influencer tried to change the subject back to his robot workers on the beach idea, but nobody was really listening anymore. Even I could tell this whole day had been a waste of time. The moderator checked her watch and said we would end early since most of the audience had left anyway. I was relieved. I texted my girlfriend that it was almost over and we could leave soon.
As people started gathering their things, one of the influencers was still trying to talk about brain chips and vaccines, but the moderator had already turned off his microphone. It was the most interesting thing that had happened all day.
Instead of ending at 4 p.m., it was all over by 2 p.m., at which point my girlfriend, the pretty moderator, and I went to the university cafeteria to grab something to eat. The moderator was terribly nervous and scolded the speakers for signing up for a university lecture with their nonsense.
She ordered a sandwich but barely touched it, just kept talking about how embarrassing the whole thing was. She said the university had standards and those influencers had made a joke out of the entire event. My girlfriend tried to calm her down, saying at least it was over now. The moderator shook her head and said she’d have to write a report about it and explain why more than half the audience walked out.
I ate my food and listened to them talk. The moderator apologized to me for wasting my time with the last day especially. I told her it wasn’t her fault, though honestly the whole three days had been pretty pointless for me. She seemed to appreciate that I said something. My girlfriend suggested we all just forget about it and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. The moderator finally smiled a little and agreed. We finished eating and said our goodbyes in the parking lot. The moderator thanked us for staying until the end, even though almost nobody else did. I packed up the stuff I had brought to the sound and light devices with some help from the university, and we went back to my girlfriend’s apartment.
“I can stay with you one last time today, but tomorrow I have to go home.”
“Yes, I know.”