Andrew Breaks the Codes: Chapter 2 Helping Aimee [MF] [Str8] [oral] [Asian]

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Andrew liked waking up next to Marta. She was still asleep and he could hear her long, slow breaths. There was enough light for him to see the rise and fall of her chest, her breasts seeming to swell in invitation and then withdraw in tease. He looked at her face although he had every detail memorized. He marvelled at her beauty as he watched her codes flicker on and off. He wanted to learn as much as he could about Marta’s codes so he could make sure she was happy and satisfied.

Thinking about codes reminded him how much work he had to do. He had changed nothing about Marta’s physical appearance and just a few of her perception values. He based the changes in her perceptions on observations of her reactions to different men. He had tweaked her codes to make her see him as a bit taller than he was with broader shoulders and impossibly narrow hips. Naturally he could modify his physical shape to match her ideal, but then how would he explain the changes to his friends and family? He did add half an inch to his height thinking people expected growth spurts to extend into a boy’s college years, but too many changes to his build would be noticed and lead to questions he did not want to answer. So he tuned Marta to find him attractive. He was pleased with the result.

Andrew had also changed some of his settings and was not totally satisfied with the results. He had obviously over shot when he turned up his endurance. On the other hand he thought he had tweaked up his assertiveness and toned down his introspection to give him just the right level of arrogance and confidence to appeal to Marta. He felt he had been a commanding presence last night and that was exactly what Marta was looking for in a man. But he felt that was more by luck than by design. He needed to do some studies. He needed to go to school on others before risking any more fine tuning with Marta.

Marta started to rouse and smiled at Andrew as he moved close to her and slipped an arm around her. She made pleasant, comfortable sounds as she snuggled into him.

“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well? Maybe Marta was too much for you last night?”

Her smile was coy, teasing not arrogant or challenging. Andrew returned it in kind.

“Not at all, my sweet! I’ve been watching you sleep, trying not to disturb you. After all, I want you well rested for tonight.”

“Oh!” Marta put on an expression of mock surprise. “Do you expect to be with me tonight! What makes you think that will happen?”

Andrew pushed up on an elbow and took the vee of Marta’s chin in his hand to turn her face to his. “We settled that last night. Don’t you remember? We didn’t need words. Our actions said it all. We didn’t rush in to it. The first time was just a brief encounter. But it left you curious and hungry for more. The second time we learned what we could do if we took our time. You let me give you everything you needed. The third time you realized you must surrender, give yourself to me, because I am the man who can take you.”

Andrew dipped down and kissed the beautiful face looking up at him. Then he pulled back and smiled down at Marta.

“It was settled last night, my love. You will be with me tonight and every night because you need to be. I know I need to have you with me every night. It has to be, because I am the man that can take you. I am the man you want to take you.”

Marta grinned up at Andrew. “I want to hear more, but I need breakfast. Come, let’s eat and then you can tell me more … after dinner.” Her smile told Andrew much of their communication would be nonverbal.

***

After breakfast Andrew and Marta parted ways to attend classes. He went through math in a haze, but his mind kicked into gear during his break at the union. He realized the union would make a perfect laboratory. What better place to experiment than a building full of young men and women who were themselves exploring their sexuality? It was an open area, full of common spaces, but it also harbored many small, quiet, private spaces. It would easily support his studies on large group interactions as well as the most intimate pairs encounters.

Andrew broke into a big grin when he saw Aimee walk across the lobby and wait for the elevator. He knew she was headed to the study carrels on the fifth floor. Aimee spent most of the time she was not in class in the study area. She might just be the perfect subject for a rather pressing experiment he wanted to get started.

He double checked her labido codes. The ovals at her crotch and rear were an icy blue and almost motionless. She had two small pink spots over her smallish breasts. Her color was pale, her face expressionless and her eyes stared at the elevator door as if she was anxious for it to open and give her refuge. But her hands hinted at a possibility, and her mouth confirmed a need that lie dormant behind that unassuming exterior. Her hands were pink and her mouth a red oval which burned darker and oscillated violently when she was near a man.

The only thing preventing Aimee from acting the cum slut she was born to be was a thick layer of guilt and inhibition that had been crafted so carefully by her Asian parents. She had had it drilled into her head that personal gratification needed to be denied to free up even more time for study. After all, if she didn’t get the grades for medical school she would shame her family and have to settle for law school!

Andrew tweaked her codes for impulsiveness and curiosity just before she entered the elevator. He had another water and did some planning as he waited for his specimen to get settled into her study routine. He wanted her in her comfort zone when he approached her.

Besides helping Andrew learn more about the codes this experiment held the potential to produce a very useful side benefit. Andrew saw the world differently from other young men but he shared all their drives and pressures. Of course he had Marta to relieve some of those pressures, but she was for those long and leisurely times when he could give her the attention she needed and deserved.

What was he to do when time was short? Was Aimee the answer? She would always be in a hurry. She would be easy to locate. Those small pink hands and heart shaped mouth looked very well suited to the task he had in mind.

Andrew felt the tightness of anticipation filling his crotch as he waited for the elevator.

***

Aimee was stressing. She told herself not to stress just like her therapist said. He said the stress leads to anxiety attacks and they could throw her into a major depression. That could mean dropping out. She tried to calm herself with a pep talk.

“Don’t stress! Don’t stress, look again. Don’t stress, look again, it’s got to be here.” She rifled through her backpack looking for the assignment she had scribbled on a scrap of paper instead of entering in her assignment book.

“But if it’s not here? Oh! If I’ve lost it?” She began to keen. “Don’t stress! Don’t stress! Don’t stress!”

Andrew was dropping his stuff off in a carrel when he heard her. He had planned to walk around until he found her ‘by accident’ and stop by to just say hi. He pulled a book and pad out of his bag as he considered what to do. He had hoped to find her relaxed and in comfortable surroundings. She sounded upset but maybe he could use that to his advantage. He walked toward the wailing sounds, pretending to rush for the last few steps.

“Hey! Oh wow, Aimee! Are you ok? Do you need help? Want me to call Security?”

“Aaah! No! Please,” she begged. “I don’t have time for that. Please.”

“Yeah, sure,” Andrew responded. “Nah, I was only gonna call them if you needed help. Jeez, what’s up? Hey take a deep breath and calm down, ok, and then tell me what’s wrong.”

Aimee tried it and the first deep breath felt so good she took another.

“I’m such an idiot!” she said. I was rushing so I could get to studying so I just scribbled the Psych homework pages and problems on a bit of paper and now I can’t find it. I should have written them in my assignment book, but I was too stupid to do that.”

Andrew noticed the girl was speaking faster and faster and only taking shallow breaths.

“And now I’ll have to waste time doing the Psych, which is just fluff, instead of the Chemistry which, if I don’t do well in Chemistry, well there goes med school, but, if I schluff the Psych then my GPA tanks because of fluff … uh … and …”.

Andrew stepped closer and put a reassuring hand on Aimee’s shoulder. He rested the fingertips of his other hand on her lips. She shot him a frightened look but his smile and soft words calmed her.

“Hey, take time to breathe, ok? You’re going to hyperventilate. Just breathe, ok?”

Andrew pulled out his phone and soon had the Psychology Department student page up. “It’s 101, right with … Prader? Yeah, gotta be. He’s the only one teaching.” A touch or two and he had today’s assignment up on the screen.

Aimee made a joyful sound and turned to pull her assignment book out of her pack. As she did Andrew leaned in a bit to pull the corner of a scrap of paper out of it. He heard her say “Oh! That’s it!” as she turned her face toward him, and “Oh, my!” when she realized her lips were just an inch or two from his bulge.

As she looked up at him Andrew adjusted the codes that activated her salivary glands. “You need to relax, babe. I bet I can help with that.” She shook her head no, but after he undid his belt she undid his zipper. She was licking her red lips and her mouth was watering. Aimee began running her little pink fingers along his shaft. Andrew lowered his boxers. Aimee caught his bouncing cock and started stroking it. She got a look at his balls and smiled up at him as she leaned in to give them each a lick. Then, after a final look at him under hooded brows, she pursed her lips into a tight circle, filled it with his tip and sucked his cock into her mouth. She started slow, swirling her tongue under his tip, her fingers gripping his shaft and sliding along it to adjust his penetration. She seemed completely comfortable and competent so Andrew decided to wait and see what developed. Aimee was very experienced and soon had him at the verge. His balls bounced several times giving the girl notice that she had better prepare herself.

With several well practiced, quick movements, Aimee pulled off of his massive cock, grabbed it as far back near its base as possible and then slapped it’s tip against her splayed tongue. Then she extended her jaw and raised her chin to straighten her throat. She reached around and grabbed his ass to pull his cock straight to the back of her mouth and then down her throat. Then she pulled him out until his tip was just over her tongue and swirled vigorously. She took his shaft between two fingers on top and her thumb on bottom and waited. She held his balls in her other hand and when they jerked upward, she ran her fingers along his shaft milking the cum out of him.

Andrew’s knees started to go weak but he was able to support himself by grabbing the tall sides of the carrel. He released a long, slow breath when he had finished. Aimee continued to hold his balls and cock while she leaned back to look up at him. She smiled and opened her mouth so he could see her savoring his jism. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed repeatedly before she milked the last of his load out to his tip and licked it clean.

Andrew stepped back, pulled up his shorts and jeans and told Aimee to get cracking oh that Psych assignment. He returned to his carrel and pulled out a thin notebook. Best to document experiments, especially those that went as well as that one.

Andrew started scribbling notes about his encounter with Aimee. Her labido codes had stayed nearly constant throughout the session. All she wanted was oral sex and he could tell how much she wanted it from the gyrations of the oval over her mouth. But just before she gave in and actually started sucking his cock he saw her focus point shorten and her clockspring unwind. He didn’t know what to call these tags so he gave them descriptive names. These two indicators hung just above a person’s head. It was obvious to him they monitored concentration and relaxation from watching the way they changed as a person fell asleep.

Aimee had relaxed just before she blew him. She had made her decision and was happy with it. If this was a universal response Andrew could tell how much of what a woman wanted *and* when she was ready to get it!

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