Symbiota Sapiens

Chapter 8

When the computer finally let me out of my weird little coma, I just lay in bed a while. How the hell am I going to just get up and face Julian now, after everything that just happened? I mean, lets just count them down.

First of all, last night. Julian isn't aware of the fact that I tossed him off in his sleep but I sure as hell still am. That in itself was bad enough this morning.

Now there's the additional fact that he knows about me spying on him that other night. And also his fresh memory of me vocally getting off in the bathroom. And of me collapsed on the shower floor, surrounded by spunk, in a post-orgasmic stupor. Fuck.

Add to that the fact that I now have to plot a way to swap spit with him, my best friend, without fucking things up between us.

I mean, bad enough to have to do it at all. But there's also the fact that he's already so messed up by my pheromones that it's going to be tricky to make him hate it without hating me. Or thinking I'm gay or something. And how the hell do I manage that?

I groan a bit and sit up in bed. Julian is still working on the laptop...from where I'm sitting it looks like he's got some schematics for the electronic bug up and is working away at it happily.

Ha.

He's got the almost-undivided attention of the most powerful computer he's ever dreamed of, complete with self-aware AI. Who has his personality. And they're doing a futuristic electronics project together. He'll be entertained for hours.

Julian looked up and cast me a curious look when I let out an involuntary snicker.

"Look at you, like a kid with a new toy."

He looked at the laptop, back up at me, shrugged dismissively and went back to work.

I leaned over and snagged the phone, time to call room service.

"Pizza?"

That got a noncommittal grunt of permission. I know from experience, that's the most I'm going to get out of him for awhile. I made the order.

Julian ate with one hand, not looking away from the laptop. I sprawled on the bed. Brooding. How the hell am I going to do this? And how am I going to get away with it, for that matter?

I consulted the AI.

:Did you tell Julian about the sexual buildup thing?:

::I mentioned it. He was a bit shocked about the incident in the shower, wondered if he'd be having to carry you to safety every time you got off, for the rest of your life.::

:How much did you tell him?:

::That your sex drive has been massively enhanced, and that you're suffering the effects of buildup as a result of remaining celibate for so many hours.::

Julian jumped as I let out a bark of laughter.

:For so many hours? Did you really say it like that?:

::Well, yeah. Just like that. Why?::

:It just sounds so ridiculous. Like I'm an old-fashioned watch that has to be wound several times a day.:

::Well...I suppose the analogy isn't far off.::

:Oh. Oh well then, guess that won't work.:

::I didn't really specify whether you needed to actually have sex to solve the problem, if that's what you're thinking.::

:Really? Um...okay so as far as he can tell, the reason why I blacked out and just had the mother of all masturbation sessions is because I'm a ticking bomb of sexual frustration. And he doesn't know that the 'shower incident' took care of that for now?: