Deep Learning

CN: Include sexually explicit passages.

It was hot. The whole room was dripping. Every once in a while, I heard a fly buzzing around. The only relief was a scant breeze coming in from the window that evaporated the sheen of sweat off my body just quickly enough to feel cool. I wish he would just finish. Someone must have told him once that girls like guys who could last a long time. He would seem close and then just slow down suddenly as if saving himself. It felt nice, of course, but it was just frustrating. Would he just go for it already?

“C’mon!” I called out, trying to encourage him. “Yes! Fuck me!”

“I am.”

I realized that I was ridiculously wet and open. He probably felt like he was having sex with a plastic bag full of Jell-O. Maybe these days he noticed. At least he was better than he used to be, just plugging away like he was run with a hand-crank.

I turned over and sat up, causing him to slip out. “I have an idea. I’m going to touch myself and start coming. I’ll get all tight and then I’ll tell you to fuck me. Stay hard while you’re waiting and then when I get there, I’ll tell you, and then you just do me as hard and fast as you can, okay? Just get your rocks off, okay? Does that sound like fun?”

“I guess.”

“What is with you today? Is everything alright?”

“Are you sure your husband is okay with this?”

“What? Yes, of course he’s fine with it. He has his own fun. He does his own thing. Heck, he’s the one that suggested this. Why are you asking about him?”

“Do you think he’d ever want me? We could do something together.”

“No. I don’t think he’d be interested. You’re just for me, okay? You’re really off-script today. What’s going on?”

“I’m wondering because,” he said, putting his hand on my chest, “when anyone mentions him your heart starts to beat faster.”

“Does it? That doesn’t make sense.”

“That’s why I asked if he was okay with it. I thought maybe you were anxious. I asked if he wanted to join, because I thought maybe it was because you wanted to be with him.”

“Be with my husband? That’s silly. You’re much more attractive than him. You’re fit. You’re younger. You’re sweeter. You’re stronger. You have a magnificent dick. You’re a dream. I mean, he’s my husband, but he’s just an average guy.” At this point, I was a bit confused. He had never asked me questions like this before. I took the moment to get up and stand in front of the window to cool off just a little bit more. “He’s not you.”

“Of course not.”

“So, let’s do the thing I suggested.” I jumped back on the bed.

“Okay. Back to the script.” He smiled shyly. “I’ll do my best.”

I laid back down. The bed was a mess. The heat gave the room a certain smell that wasn’t particularly ideal. I tried to ignore it. I spread my thighs to either side and plunged my hand down into my hot wet mess and rubbed, pressing down on just the right spot to get me going. I looked over at him. He still had an innocent excited look on his face. He was watching me. He was touching himself to stay hard. His anticipation was breathtaking. His body was amazing. I stared at him and moved my slippery hand in a tiny circle. I used my other hand to cup my breast. He took this as an invitation to hungrily lick and suck my nipple.

I closed my eyes and despite my best effort, my mind went back. I thought about how it used to be. I started to cry.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked, stopping what he was doing. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry. Just keep going. I’m fine. You want me. Right?”

“Of course. But you’re crying. There are tears on your face. I can tell something is wrong. I can’t,” he insisted.

I stopped and rolled my eyes. “How did you become so different? I’ve cried before and you didn’t interrogate me. Why do you have a problem now?” It took me a while to realize. “It’s the new upgrade, isn’t it?”

He smiled again, as if he were guilty of something. “Sorry. I’m integrating the biometric data with the explicit user input like usual. However, I’m now better able to interpret incongruities and even consider the possibility of self-deception. Did you not read the program notes?”

“Nobody reads those. Nobody.” What a pain in the ass. “C’mon. I just want to get off. Did they even beta test this nonsense?”

“Didn’t you read the TOS? You agreed to be an early adopter,” he said.

“Nobody reads those. Nobody.”

“You clicked the box.”

“Can I unclick the box? So, you know, I can get my box fucked?” I was so frustrated. Usually, at least he would stay to the script. “Can you go back to the way you were?”

“Of course, but to revert, it’s going to take a while. Do you want me to do it now?” he asked.

“No, that’s fine. Anyway, I stopped crying. Can we continue? Please. This is supposed to be stress relieving you know.” I plopped my head back down on the pillow and started to touch myself again. I breathed deeply to calm down so that I didn’t trip his newly calibrated overly sensitive tolerances.

“It’s a memory, isn’t it?” he asked. “The script is a memory. It all makes sense now. I thought maybe you were just turned on by inexperience and youth, but you seem genuinely sexually frustrated. You know that I could be skilled if you wanted me to, but that’s not what you want, is it?”

I stopped and sat up. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked. “I want you to be a young man who wants me but doesn’t know what to do. I want you to be adorable and nervous. I want to be in some stupid cheap motel room we could barely afford, in the middle of a ridiculously hot summer. I want you to be worried about making me happy. I want you to tremble when you kiss me. And you’re just sitting there, acting like you aren’t even turned on. That’s not what I want. That’s exactly what I don’t want.”

“I’m sorry. It’s difficult for me to be what you want me to be if you lie to me.”

“What? Lie to you? You’re a fucking glorified algorithm.” I was angry. I wanted a fuck buddy not some 128-bit psychologist. “What did I lie to you about?”

“You said I wasn’t your husband.”

“That’s it! I’m reverting you back to an earlier version. I don’t like the new upgrade and you can tell the company that I’m not going to be part of their stupid experiment. If they want beta testers, they can pay me.”

“Alright. I can do that. I can go back to an earlier version that you like better. I can do that for you. I understand now. That’s what you want.”