Interlude
Pete pressed closer.
"No, lower..." she whispered, "your upper lip ... just under your nose ... press that against my pubic bone."
Pete paused, licked his lips, and looked up at her. "What?"
Chloe took a breath. "You almost had it. Press your upper lip against me, only lower ... so that you can just barely breathe ... you'll feel my pubic bone (she sighed) there's a slight indentation where your upper lip can nestle. Press hard, like you mean it. And remember, no teeth!"
Pete went down on her again, finding the sweet spot, pushing his face into her crotch with his nose right where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn't shaved it off for him ten minutes ago.
"Yeah, that's right... now some tongue, firm and slow..."
Pete dragged his tongue through her slit, slowly, pressing hard.
Chloe breathed deeply. "Yeah, now you're getting it."
Pete's hands, already holding her ass cheeks, pulled them closer to him and and kneaded them, playing with them. He pressed his tongue more firmly against her lips, slipping slowly up and down, enjoying the way she was breathing quick and shallow. Looking up across her body, he watched her perfect breasts rise and fall, the rosy nipples visibly crinkling as he fucked her with his tongue.
Her hands twined through his hair. "Mmmm, yeah. You've got it. Tickling is bad, but when you're firm and slow, lots of contact, (she paused for a quick breath) it doesn't tickle.
Keeping the pressure firm, he toyed with her lips, slipping his tongue between them and finding her hood with the tip.
"Careful," she panted, "girls are very sensitive right there... firm but gentle."
He pressed harder accordingly, trying to be gentle without tickling.
Chloe smiled and wriggled on his face.
The door chimed and dilated, and Pete's best friend Brandon walked in.
"Whoa, sorry!"
Pete jumped up and wiped his face, glaring at his friend.
"God damn it, Bran, don't you ever knock?" He pulled on a pair of boxers that had been lying on the floor next to him. His cock poked insolently out of the fly.
"It wasn't locked, dude." Brandon grinned, smiled down at Chloe, still spread on the bed, up on her elbows and smiling back.
"Hey Chloe."
"Hey Bran," she replied. "I'm teaching Pete how to go down."
"Cool!"
Pete blushed beet red. "Brandon, get out of my bedroom."
"Um... let me stay?" Bran asked, getting serious. "I want a lesson, too." He looked at Chloe. "Are you in full Recreational Sex mode?"
Chloe nodded, and looked over at Pete.
Chloe was Pete's family's household robot, engineered to look (and feel) exactly like a 20-something human girl. Pete's conservative family thought Chloe helped with housework and the kids' homework. They didn't know, however, Brandon and Pete had installed the recreational sex programming that turned her into the best sex toy that a couple of 18 year old guys could hope for.
Because his family didn't know about Chloe's altered operating system, the two guys had to be sneaky. The RS routines were buried under two passwords, and they had to be very careful about when they activated them. Pete's family was in Portland today, so Pete was taking advantage of the empty house.
Pete's expression softened and he shrugged. "Okay, I guess we've done threes before. But me first, okay?"
Brandon nodded. "Yeah, but Pete, I thought we were going to Sally's party. I'm picking you up, remember?"
Chloe looked from one guy to the other as she dabbed at her lower lips with the panties she'd been wearing ten minutes ago. "It's okay, Pete," she said, "we can finish the lesson later."
Pete looked longingly at the hot babe, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her tee shirt. "Chloe, I ..." he trailed off and tried to tuck his raging cock into his boxers.
"No," he looked at Bran. "I can't go like this."
Brandon didn't reply. He just stared at Chloe, then said, "Yeah... well..."
"I can be quick." He turned to Chloe. "Can we do a quickie, robo-babe?"