With a coy smile she bit her bottom lip, “I’m nervous, it is my first time you know?”

Blushing a little, she went on, “Well my first time since … changing.”

Smiling, he pulled her in close, causing her hands to fall upon his bare chest. He felt strong and defined. She pulled away slightly and with one finger, traced the lines of his tattoos down towards his abdomen, rising and falling with the contours of his muscles. His smell was as intoxicating as it was subtle.

She knew he didn’t really smell like that, or, for that matter, possess that body. She knew that at some level, it was all just a beautiful illusion, conjured by the connection formed between their combined software. Something to do with neuro transmissions, projection overlays, and schema reconstruction…

“Sex is like sports; it always helps to have a coach.”

I love Jeff, but my god does he give me some wack advice. I don’t know what happened to him growing up, but that boy was fooling around with the ladies long before the rest of us even knew what part of a woman was supposed to turn us on. Still, I should thank him more often. Or rather, the ladies whose company I have been lucky enough to have the pleasure of, should…