Rated NC-17 for F/F sex.

"Bartender, I'd like another big mug of that strong, awful-tasting stuff." The darkly-exotic woman in the black-leather jump-suit slammed down her empty mug on the metal bar and glared at the bartender.

"If you don't know what you're drinking, Miss, I suggest you probably shouldn't be drinking it," the bartender replied as he wiped the spattered droplets off the bar with a rag held in his lobster-like claw.

Rommie made a note to herself to only go to bars with female bartenders, or at least males of species who weren't so damn condescending. "I know what it's called. It's called a VAGINA RIPPER. Perhaps if your drinks had better names." The drink appeared in front of her. She took a huge gulp and tried to repress the urge to vomit.

What in the hell had she expected when she came into this place? She'd come here to get laid. She'd come here because she knew none of her crewmembers would be there. The rest of her crew was now eating dinner in a restaurant feasting on food that was prepared fresh, served on china plates, and not washed down with Vagina Rippers. She had declined the invitation to dine with them with the hope that she could get drunk enough to be picked up by some male and taken somewhere . . .

"Hi." The voice behind her was soft, low-pitched, and female. She turned to see a tall, dark-haired woman dressed in leather. Human, Nietzchean, A/I, she wasn't sure. "This is a dangerous place for a woman to be drinking alone. Especially Vagina Rippers."

"Do you have some sort of deep-seated repressed maternal instinct that causes you to express concern for someone you don't know, or do I look so stupid that you think I need further warnings besides those posted in every woman's restroom from here to Tarn Vedra."

The woman's face wrinkled. "No, it was a pick-up line. Usually works better than that. I'm Wren, and I am sorry."

"I'm sorry. I was the one who was impolite. It is just that I've never done this before."

"Done what?"

"Come to a bar to get drunk and get laid. And my name is Annie, but, I doubt if standing around talking to you is going to in anyway enhance my chances."

"Why do you say that?" The woman was standing very, very close. Way too close. Her hands seemed to be ready to touch at a moment's notice. Rommie felt like she was trying to control her very breath. She was not used to humans doing this, especially women. If she got any closer she would know that she was not really breathing.

"I am sure you do not want to hear the long sad story of my life, and almost equally sure I do not want to tell it to you, anyway. Let's just say that I have been pent-up in starship for quite a long time and have a great need to have some one-on-one with male sex organs."

"And you came here? Look at this scum. Why would someone as cute as you want to shag any of these creatures, let alone risk the diseases rampant here?"

"Again I've weighed the options. This seems to be my only course. . ."

Wren grabbed Rommie's hand and placed it on the crotch of her leather pants.

"How'd you like that option? It's safe, hygienic, always erect, and won't get you pregnant."

"What?"

* * * * *

"Sorry, Annie Baby, if I had known I was going to make it with a female tonight I would have shaved my legs. Still can, but it will probably take a half- hour. I don’t want to wait, do you?" Wren called from the bathroom of her small apartment.

"That's OK. As I said, I've been in space for a long time." Rommie thought about the other females and what they did about body hair. It was another thing she didn't have to worry about, but yet another thing that made her different.

"Help yourself to a drink. There is some wine in the kitchen, beer, vodka, and maybe a few cans of Sparky cola."

"Vodka is nice."

"Still trying to get drunk?" Wren came into the room wearing a white, long-sleeved, man’s dress-shirt. "I hear you get drunk faster when you are naked, or nearly naked."

Rommie was still worried about her decision to come with this woman. It wasn't as if she hadn't played sex games with the girls on the ship. Fingers, tongues, tails and hugs were big fun. She liked it a lot; it was just that tonight she was after a nice hard dick. But then, that is exactly what this Wren-lady advertised and seemed to be have available.

"When you are wearing a one-piece jump suit, nearly naked is pretty close to fully clothed. I did take my shoes off when I came in. " Rommie sensed Wren realized she was joking. Sooner or later she was going to have to take off her clothes. Sooner or later Wren was going to see her body. Sooner or later it was going to happen again, one way or another. She really didn't want to think about it now. She drank the vodka as if it were water.

They sat together on a huge purple couch. Wren seemed content, at least for a while, to play with Rommie’s hands and feet. Sex with people you didn’t know was always confusing.

'I wish I had a better sense for what was going on. Why am I always getting myself into these situations? But would a Perseid male be any less strange?' Rommie thought to herself. The vast information data-bases at her control had not prepared her for this experience, but perhaps she had not delved deep enough.

"Aren't you at all curious, Annie Girl?"

"About what? I can safely predict the effects of the vodka. . ."

"Not about that. About me? Aren't you at all curious about what you felt under my pants?"

"You're either a hermaphrodite or an A/I -- I can deal with that. I just need to get drunk."

"Back in the bar you told me you needed to get laid. Now when it's my vodka you tell me you need to get drunk. What is it Annie Girl? Which one do you want?"

Wren leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her kiss was firm and commanding, like kissing Dylan might be if he didn’t hold back, or maybe like kissing Tyr. It was not like those tickle-me kisses in the hottub with Beka and Trance. No, Wren was a real fuck-me kisser. She liked that.

"Don't you want to pull up my shirt and take a good look at it? Don’t you want to hold it in your hands? Don't you want to suck it? "

'This Wren chick talks almost as much as Harper,' she thought, 'but she does have a point. I hope she's a hermaphrodite -- I would prefer it if it were real. Oh my god, Rommie, you sound like Dylan. You sound like fucking Dylan. Why should you, of all people, care if it was real?'

Rommie slowly unbuttoned the shirt, starting at the top, adding to the drama. Wren’s tits were real, and huge, her stomach was hard and firm, but her cock wasn’t real. It was the most improbable shade of lime green. Bright and glowing, in the artificial light of the apartment and attached to her body by a soft flesh colored leather belt, fastened with velcro. She didn't want to touch it, but ran her hand lower between the Wren’s legs. She had no balls, but nice soft human labia, like Beka's. Rommie stroked softly with her hand, then slightly harder with just a finger.

"So you know what to do with a woman." Wren smiled at her, "that’s a pleasant surprise."

"I have female crewmembers. We are not shy around each other."

"Well don't be shy around me. But we can't fuck as long as you are dressed."

Rommie stood up and peeled off her jumpsuit, keeping her back to Wren. She knew that from the back she looked attractive. She had a long neck, smooth white back and a nicely curved ass, the problem would come when she turned around.

"Ah, into the shaved look. Knew I should have done my legs. Sorry, Annie Baby. Looks nice on you; sort of turbo-charged." Rommie kept her thighs together. She was going to have to tell Wren about her anatomy very soon.

"I'm an A/I." She sucked in air not necessary for her breathing, which she hoped would make what she was going to say easier. "The guy who made me must have had an obsession with Barbie Dolls. Smooth plastic. I know it will freak you out. But I figured, you were obviously an A/I created by a different sort of pervert."

"Moi, an A/I. No Annie Baby I'm just a leathergirl with a nice hard strap-on. But if you are a dolly, why were in that bar looking to get laid? I doubt if you really wanted some man to rip you a new cunt, despite those drinks you were sucking down. If you did, then you are stupid, damn stupid."

"No, I’m not stupid, just horny. I can do it. . .but only…up the ass." Rommie’s eyes were focused on the leatherwoman, "I did it once with a man and liked it a lot. He liked me, too. "

"Well good, you’re not a virgin. I don’t know if I could handle a horny virgin. Come on over and let me check you out. Or do you want to go into my bedroom?"

"Doesn’t really matter to me, the last time I did it was on a beach chair."

"Now that, Annie, is kinky. Didn’t the sand? Ah, never mind. Got to go get some lube and will be right back."

"You probably don’t need it. I think I am self-lubricating."

"God, that engineer was a pervert. Remind me never to get involved with him."

"Don’t worry, Wren, he’d see you coming and run like hell."

"How do you know, you haven’t seen me cum yet?"

Wren didn’t give Annie a chance to come back on her smart-assed comment, but instead started kissing and licking and moving arms and legs with gentle pressure. The couch was large and soft and they finally decided on side-by-side Wren-against-the-back, facing-out position. Fortunately the Harper-installed circuitry did not differentiate either in accommodation or response between the lime-green synthetic dildo and Evan Hopewell’s very real penis. The same sensations were invoked, for which Rommie was internally and eternally thankful.

"Wow, you’re lucky. A lot of chicks never cum from fucking. They have to have their clits rubbed or licked, which would be hard for you."

"Well if you take off that pickle you have strapped on, I’ll see what I can do for you in that regard. " Rommie was in a mood to tease.

"Pickle, you didn’t call it a pickle when it was up your little asshole. How dare you call it a pickle."

"That’s what it looks like. A Kosher dill. Maybe a zuchinni." Rommie grabbed the dildo, pulled it off her companion, and dropped it on the floor. "Finger time, Wren."

As she kissed, nuzzled and fingered Wren’s incredibly human body with large soft breasts, muscular if unshaved legs, and musky sex, Rommie wondered if she had been designed for female/female sex. Perhaps Harper wanted to watch while she made it with women. She enjoyed sex with women and her partners were always satisfied; it was just. . . even when Wren came with hard jolting waves of orgasm, it was not the feeling she sought. She wanted something more, wanted a man; she really wanted Dylan.

Wren walked naked to the kitchen and came back with two long necked bottles of beer. She sat cross-legged on the couch and spoke to the A/I she knew as Annie.

"OK, time to fess up. What were you doing at that bar?"

"I told you. I was trying to get laid. By a man."

"I hear your words, but your actions say something else. What you and I just did was certainly not real convincing as to your real motivations, Annie Baby. You like sex with women, you’re good at it, and you’re damn hot. Why bother with dicks? All men can do is fuck with your pretty little mind because you’re not complete. Women don’t care. In fact a lot of women would be real happy if they looked like you, as long as there was a hole for babies to come out."

"Just a little cruel, Wren, but then what should I expect from a leather-girl. I’ve held a little back. I’m not just an A/I. I’m an avatar."

"Holy shit. You mean you are something else, not just a database "slash" sextoy," Wren laughed, as if she found punctuation funny.

"Yes, I’m a space ship. Not just any space ship, but the biggest, baddest, non-magog space ship in the universe right now. I am the Andromeda Ascendant. ME! Do I look big and bad?"

"I thought you looked pretty hot in that leather jump-suit, but a warship. I’d have taken you for a luxury cruiser. Oh yah, now I get it. Avatars always fall in love with their captains. At least that’s the story they tell in the circles I hang around in. So you are in love. Did he hurt you?"

"Not really hurt… sure he hurt me! He didn’t intend to. He’s kind, handsome, gentle…He’s just not interested. Not interested at all."

"How could he not be interested in a hot number like you. Is he married?. Really married? Or gay?…and I mean really, really gay?"

"Nah, he just couldn’t deal with my body parts, or lack thereof. He just couldn’t do it with me."

"Maybe he’s waiting for you to take control."

"What? I did that. I went to him. I told him I loved him. But when he took my clothes off he freaked."

"Not that kind of control, Annie Girl, real control. Do you have any idea what I am talking about?"

Rommie shook her head.

"It’s like this Annie Girl, what if instead of asking for sex, you tell him? You ever see him jerking-off"

Rommie nodded her head, she knew Dylan would sneak off by himself once in a while and had a pretty good idea what he was doing even when the privacy shield was on.

"What if you catch him as you and tell him that he’s been a bad boy and it is your job to punish him? Humble him. Tell him ‘eyes down.’ What if you give him a little slap on his leather-clad ass once in a while? What if you…?"

"I think I get the idea, Wren. I’ve got some stories and movies in my data base which will fill me in on the details. And you know, it might work."

"Well then, I suggest you wiggle back into that leather jumpsuit and go and find your crew. I’ve got to get dressed and ready to go out again. I’ve got a date, cute little mauve creature with a tail no less. Should be fun! Lock the door when you leave. Chao!"

Rommie chugged her beer and did exactly what Wren told her. She figured Dylan would really like the ‘eyes down’ part.

McJude

February 2002

 
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