Two To The Fifth Read Free

she removed her skirt, for some reason. Now he did as directed. Her lower half was also lean but definitely female, according to his stored images. That gave him an odd urge, but he was unable to define it, “I am looking.”
    “And not reacting. You definitely have had no experience.” She waded into the pond.
    “This is true.” He followed her. Soon they were standing chest deep (or whatever) in the water. Her chest was rather more curvaceous than his. He felt slightly guilty for being intrigued.
    She stood beside him, eyeing him sidelong. Her glance angled off his shoulder and chest before striking the water beyond, raising an amused ripple. “You won't short out in the water or anything?”
    “No, I'm proof against short-circuiting. I don't have wires as such. Thank you for your concern.”
    “That was irony, pun intended, not concern.”
    Now he was almost certain she was teasing him, but he didn't know how to react, so he didn't. “Thank you.”
    Tess shook her head. “You are a wonder! Come on, I'll wash your back.” Before he could figure out how to respond, she came up behind him and splashed cool water across his neck and shoulders. Then her hands rubbed against his shoulder blades, and traveled down his back, under the water. “How's that feel?”
    Actually it felt good. The flesh of his back was tight from traveling, and her touch made it relax. “Satisfactory.”
    “That so? How about this?” Her hands moved down and squeezed his bottom.
    “That feels good in a different way,” he said, surprised.
    “Really?” She seemed to be stifling laughter. “Now it's your turn. Do me.” She turned around.
    He turned to face her back. He stroked her shoulders as she had stroked his, then moved down her back, and finally squeezed her bottom. It was considerably plumper than his, despite her general leanness. There was something really evocative about it. “You have a—a nice—posterior,” he said haltingly.
    Tess shook her head. “You really, truly, don't know,” she said.
    A bulb flashed over his head. “Does this relate to what every man wants?”
    “Oh, yes, Cyrus.”
    “Please, won't you tell me? This is making me feel strange.”
    She sighed, “I thought you were just another man on the make. I see you are truly innocent. You have the information in your memory, but you don't know how to apply it to the real world. You haven't existed long enough. You are adult mainly in body, not experience.”
    “That seems to be true.”
    “And I've been teasing you, trying to make you reveal your real nature, I shouldn't have.”
    “Oh, I am sure you are without fault.”
    “Thank you.” She considered half a moment more, then made a decision. “Since I teased you, I will untease you. I will show you what you need to know.”
    “I would really appreciate that.”
    “What men want is to seduce young women.”
    “Seduce?”
    “Persuade them to assist in signaling the stork.”
    Cyrus was amazed. “But only married people do that.”
    Tess stood before him, her hands on his upper arms, “This is one of the differences between what goes into proper data banks and what exists in the real world. People can signal the stork without being married. Elders may frown on it, but it happens.”
    “I—didn't know.”
    “Precisely. But I will persuade you.” She squeezed his arms, “Put your arms around me and bring me close to you. We will do it now.”
    “But we're standing in the water!”
    “Another myth. It can be done anywhere, any way up. Embrace me. Do it.”
    He put his arms around her and drew her in until she was right up against him. She suddenly seemed twice as shapely as before, especially in front. “This is amazing.”
    “Indeed. Now let's say that you have captured me, and want to go farther. A kiss would be persuasive.”
    “It would?”
    “Kiss me, idiot.”
    Oh. He brought his face down to hers, and hesitated, “On the—?”
    She jammed her mouth against his, kissing him