Sunday morning Jamie slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen to start the coffee and then to the living room where Andrew was perched on the couch, his laptop in his lap. “What you lookin’ at, my sexy guy?” she asked him.

“Oh, nothing,” he claimed.

Jamie plopped herself down on the couch next to him.

“Aha,” she said. “She’s cute.”

“She’s an AI girl,” Andrew said. “A year or so ago most of these AI people had extra fingers but now they’re pretty real.”

“I don’t know,” Jamie said. “Extra fingers could come in handy at times.”

Andrew chuckled. “You have to admit she’s sexy.”

“Right,” said Jamie. “No need to extol her virtues to me, not that I believe she’s necessarily virtuous. I mean, look at her fuck hole.” She took over control of Andrew’s laptop and sent a copy of the AI Girl to the color printer.

“Why did you do that?” Andrew wondered. “So you could inspect her for flaws? Nose hairs for instance?”

Jamie set the printed picture on the couch and examined it.

“I don’t notice any nose hairs,” she said. “Not that I’d necessarily consider that a flaw. No, she’s just about perfect. The braid brushing her nipple just so. The folds on the sheets suggesting perhaps her vaginal crease, not that we can’t see her vagina without any such suggestion. And that wide innocent smile and those big impish eyes belying her lewdly brash display of her perfect pussy. I bet you like the poke of her tits and that her shirt but barely reveals her enticing belly button, oh, and that her asshole is on display, demure but available. No, nose hairs might actually be a good touch. Make her more real.”

“You’re jealous,” Andrew claimed.

“Maybe a little envious,” Jamie admitted. “But no reason for me to be jealous despite your eager attention to her charms and attributes. Tell me, would you prefer delighting in AI Girl, frozen though she is, and perhaps going so far as to wank off all over her picture? Or...”

Jamie mimicked AI Girl’s pose. “Now watch closely,” she instructed Andrew. And then she masturbated to orgasm.

No sooner had she come than Andrew buried his face between her legs, his tongue in her cunt. A gush of Jamie’s girl juice flooded Andrew’s face as she reached a second climax.

Twisting together on the couch, Jamie and Andrew fucked.

By turns rambunctiously.

And lovingly.

An hour or so later, the photo of AI Girl forgotten, they lay together, sated,

at least for a while.