Brenda stepped up to the front counter and held out her wristband. The clerk scanned it and Brenda walked past her to wait as her two friends’ bands were scanned next.
Both Lynn and Penelope had thought it a brilliant idea to take a trip to the Make-Your-Match creation studio to commemorate Brenda’s breakup with her boyfriend of three years.
At the Make-Your-Match creation studio, women could create the man of their dreams using the latest cloning and humanoid replication technologies.
Another employee led them through a hallway to the Selection Center and explained the process for creating their ideal match.
When the employee left them, Penelope, who visited the Make-Your-Match studio quite frequently, stepped up first to make her selections on a monitor.
Brenda and Lynn watched as she quickly flipped through the touch screen, choosing from the available options.
Brenda tried to keep up with the options Penelope chose as she placed green check marks beside them, but they disappeared nearly as quickly as they appeared as Penelope raced through her selections.
Height: Five foot ten
Hair: Dark Brown
Personality: Funny, Caring, Talkative
Lynn stopped Penelope. “Hey wait, you don’t want to choose talkative, believe me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I picked that with my last MYM, and he wouldn’t shut the hell up. You know I’m a talker, but this guy talked more than me and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
Lynn and Penelope laughed as Penelope swiped her hand over her last selection, deleting it.
Lynn gently pushed Brenda toward another screen. “Go. Pick yours,” Lynn urged as she proceeded to move to make her own selections on another monitor.
Brenda hesitated, eyeing the touch screen, as a shadowy, generic silhouette of a man’s form rotated in a circle before her.
She slowly extended a finger to press the screen, making her selections.
Height: Six feet
Brenda paused and brought her finger to her chin as she thought about the last selection. What did she want for her MYM’s personality? She’d never thought about what she’d choose for a humanoid companion, because she hadn't ever imagined she'd create one in the first place.
But her mind wandered back to her ex, and she sighed. Maybe she should just go with the opposite of what Don had been for her. Don was an absolutely gorgeous man, seemingly the man of most women's dreams - wealthy, fit, tall, dark, and handsome. But all of his supposedly great "on-paper" credentials had left her where she was now. Single and looking for a humanoid companion to spend the night with.
She lifted her finger again and deleted all of the previous selections, picking instead "Random" for each physical selection.
But next to the personality option, she selected: Loving, Affectionate, Understanding, Respectful, Free-spirited, Passionate.
She smiled as the silhouette figure began to populate with her selections. The face filled in with a tan skinned, brown haired man with gray eyes. His height and physical build were average, but the sparkling toothy smile of the MYM companion hooked her the most.
Then the screen darkened and gold letters flashed on the screen.
Your Make-Your-Match selection is complete. Please proceed to the Creation Room to unite with your new companion.
Brenda's eyes searched the room until she found the golden-lettered Creation Room sign above a hallway directly behind them.
She could hardly contain herself as she waited for Lynn to finish her selection.
"God, Lynn, I thought you said you'd been here before. What's taking so long?"
"I'm almost done. I just wanna be sure I really get a good one this time, though."
Penelope popped up beside Brenda and nudged her arm. "For someone who was so nervous about doing this just a few minutes ago, you seem pretty eager now."
Brenda tried to wipe the smile from her face, but failed. She was excited. This was new and fun. A night with a humanoid companion? Why the hell not?
"I'm warming up to it," Brenda lied, minimizing the true extent of her excitement.
"Okay," Lynn said, stepping away from the screen. "Ready."
The ladies rushed over to the Creation Room doorway where another attendant with a friendly smile waited for them. "Follow me, ladies," the woman said, leading them down the hallway.
The attendant made a left turn at the end of the hallway and pushed open the clear glass double doors of the Creation Room studio.
But Brenda's heart fluttered in her chest and Lynn squealed next to her as they could already see their MYMs through the glass doors.
The three companions stood side by side, hands folded in front of them as they welcomed the women with warm smiles.
"Ladies, your companions. Enjoy," the attendant said before turning to leave the women alone with their creations.
Brenda watched Penelope and Lynn rush over to their companions. They were both greeted with hugs and began chatting away. But Brenda hesitated, anxiety rearing its ugly head again. She swallowed as her companion made his way toward her. His stride was smooth and confident and his eyes warm, she noticed, when he reached her.
He held out a hand for hers, shocking Brenda that he hadn't tried to hug her. She shook his hand.
"You seemed nervous," he said, answering the question in her mind. "I didn't want to be presumptuous by going in for a hug, you know. "
Brenda felt her heart flip again. She remembered her personality selections and grinned knowingly.
This was really legit, she marveled, as he lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn't know if she'd be able to walk out of there on her own two feet if he kept this up.
He lowered her hand gently caressing the top of it, sending a chill throughout her body. "You're safe with me," he assured her.
He kept her hand cradled in his own as they followed the other two couples out of the studio and back to the parking lot. Brenda wasn't quite sure of how she'd arrived there. It seemed she'd floated there, carried away by…wait, what was his name? she wondered, realizing that in her daze she'd hardly spoken a word to him, much less asked his name.
But before she could ask, Penelope and Lynn, came over to them. "We're gonna leave now, Brenda. Are you good?" Penelope asked her friend. But Penelope’s appreciative gaze was trained on Brenda’s MYM as she spoke.
Brenda, still dazed and blown away by the realistic look and feel of her MYM, only nodded. She watched as her friends happily returned to their respective vehicles with their companions and drove off and away.
Brenda pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked the passenger door for him. "What do I call you...I mean, what's your name?"
"You can call me Rodney."
Brenda stood nervously in her bedroom across from Rodney. She'd given him the tour of her home and stood awkwardly in the last room of the home tour, unsure exactly what she was supposed to do now.
He hadn't tried anything up until that point and had even listened patiently and respectfully as she rambled on and on about her breakup and ex-boyfriend.
She was surprised and relieved that he’d seemed eager to serve as a listening ear for her. Was this what all MYMs were like? she wondered. Or was she just a wiz with making her selections?
Staring into her eyes, Rodney took a step forward and reached out for her hand. He gently pulled her close and pulled her into a warm hug. "You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything. In fact, we shouldn't," he said his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he spoke. And even as he insisted they keep things chaste, the thoughts that his lips against her flesh induced were nowhere near innocent.
"You just had a big breakup and I can see you're tired. You're just resting tonight. I'm making sure of it." He pulled her by her hand and led her to the bed. Rodney pulled the sheets back, waited for her to crawl in and then covered her body. "Get some rest. I'll go lie down on the sofa."
Brenda shot upright. "Wait," she said, stopping him on his way out of the bedroom door.
He looked back with questioning eyes.
"I'd like to have you sleep with me, I mean...beside me...if it's okay." Brenda realized what she was asking. But though he was technically a stranger, MYM companions were known for being completely safe and trustworthy. There'd never been any reports of foul play or criminal incidences with an MYM, so she figured this wasn't the same as asking some random human stranger to sleep in her bed.
It's like sleeping with a teddy bear, Brenda, she assured herself.
He gave her a soft smile and returned, climbing in bed next to her. But when he moved close pulling her into his arms to spoon her, a teddy bear he was not. He was all man, with a warm, tight embrace.
She sank back into his chest and fell safely, contentedly, fast asleep.
Brenda stirred awake, opening her eyes to darkness. When did he get up to turn off the lights? she wondered, realizing that she'd slept through any movements he'd made. Rodney was right. She hadn't realized how tired she was.
She inched over just enough to glance at the digital clock at her bedside. 3:47.
She moved back to her warm spot next to him and felt his arm enclose around her waist again.
Brenda shuddered when she felt his kiss against her neck. "You okay?"
Rodney found her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Good," he said, kissing her ear. "Good night."
Brenda turned around to face him. She reached out to touch his face, amazed at how real the stubble growing there felt against her palm. He didn't feel humanoid. He felt completely human to her.
"I'm not tired anymore," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his lips. He immediately pulled her into him, returning her kiss with a surprisingly deep passion. His erection grew and pressed against her mound. She rolled her hips into him, never daring to break their kiss. He was too good at it. She couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of his mouth and his tongue whirling and colliding with hers.
His hands roamed her body, then found her bottom. Rodney's hands seemed to swallow her ass cheeks as he gripped them and pulled her up and on top of him.
Their kiss still unbroken, he ran his hands under her shirt and along her bare flesh, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin.
Rodney pulled the shirt over her head, unsnapped her bra and sucked on one of her ample-sized breasts. His tongue circled and flicked her nipple in his mouth. Brenda shuddered and gasped when his hands made their way down her hips and positioned her on top of his hard erection poking out of the opening of his boxers.
Still sucking on her, he moved her hips at a slow, steady pace on his cock. Brenda felt her own juices, now coating his boxers, against her inner thigh as she moved her own pelvis along with the rhythm he directed.
He unlatched from her breast and began to fondle and grip both breasts as she sat up straight, losing herself in the fill of him inside her.
"God…" Brenda breathed out,"Where have you been all of my life?"
"With you all along," Rodney said, dragging the soft skin of his open palms along her waist, then thighs, and back to her ass.
Brenda's body tingled from the sensation of his caressing her skin and filling her from within. Her hands squeezed his chest as she increased the undulating movements of her hips, riding him faster and faster until she exploded. She felt Rodney’s body trembling beneath her, as he came with a force that shocked her.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she fell over onto the bed beside him and propping an elbow on her pillow, rested her cheek in her hand. “Do you…?” She hesitated, uncertain of how she should word her question.
“Do I…?” he repeated, encouraging her to continue.
“Are...are you able to…?”
“Orgasm?” he asked, completing her question.
“Yeah. And feel it…”
“Yeah. And everything else.”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, I do. All of it.”
She raised her eyebrows. The surprises just kept coming.
Brenda reached out to finger the thick hairs of his chest. She couldn’t get over how real he felt. She sighed and moved over to curl underneath his arm. It was going to be hard as hell to have him return to the Make-Your-Match studio after the weekend was over.
Brenda smiled, remembering how apprehensive she was about doing this when her friends had first suggested it. But now, she didn’t want to let him go. Nevertheless, she let the movement of his chest rising against her ear lull her to sleep, resisting the urge to count down the time she had left with him. And instead, she enjoyed their contented moments of blissful peace together.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.