Several days passed with the same pattern: Each day I would leave Andy with new idea for things to research about the world and Andy Biersack, his namesake, online. After work, I would come home, and the cat-sized, stone Andy would excitedly tell me about all the things he had learned. It was refreshing to see the world through new eyes.
On Tuesday evening, we sat and watched Legion of the Black together, and on Wednesday, we watched Alive and Burning. I was impressed that Andy was able to distinguish that one was a show for a live audience and the other was a prefabricated film, and I told him so. He positively glowed with the compliment. He really was incredibly sharp, and picking up on things at unbelievable speed.
I had fashioned him a kind of toga from a dishrag I used for the kitchen, and wasn’t surprised to find that Andy hated it so much he wasn’t wearing it when I wasn’t home. I’d come home and see his bare-ass go streaking by on the way to wherever he had left the damned thing last. Frankly, the main reason I’d made it was because he was a super-fucking-hot, miniature man made of stone that professed to love me! What do you even do with that? I couldn’t let myself eye him appreciatively! I hadn’t even come to terms with the reality of the situation, and I had no idea what to do about it. So for the time being, I had decided to cover it with a toga.
As I drove home Thursday evening, I was pretty excited for the upcoming weekend- by chance, it was a long weekend, so Andy and I would have tonight through Sunday together. Maybe I could do something to try and figure out how to make Andy human? I had no idea where to start, though. I parked the car, figuring I’d start with google searches…
As I let myself in, predictably, I saw Andy’s naked buttcheeks as he ran down the hall. “Check your bedroom, (Y/N)!” he called over his shoulder. Curious, I went to my room, and found that Andy had made me a stunningly intricate bouquet of flowers from paper I had put in my recycling bin and placed it on my bed.
I smiled, touched. They were incredible; I wasn’t even sure how he had managed to work a pair of scissors… I heard Andy scaling the corner of the bed. “(Y/N), do you like them?”
I nodded. “They are beautiful, Andy. I love them, thank you.”
“(Y/N)… Today I read about seduction, because I wanted to know how to make you mine. But everything I read was beneath you, it wasn’t good enough. You are a true jewel of a being, and I know from your touch that things like these flowers will never be enough to win you over.” Andy looked pained. “I know I am still too small, that I can’t please you in the ways a man pleases a woman.” He looked away. “I have seen how a man kisses the woman’s entrance, how he works his phallus between her thighs, inside her lubricated flower, and I can’t do that. Just know that I would give anything to be your Andy, and I won’t stop trying, I’m so sorry. But I love you, (Y/N).” Andy looked so sad, his head hung low. Impulsively, I threw caution to the wind.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are my Andy. I enjoy your company, but… more than that. You’re manly in your own way, Andy. You do please me. I liked watching you stroke yourself, remember, the other night? It’s definitely different, yeah, but-“
“Yes! I dream of you, (Y/N), it’s not the same by myself, I want to touch myself as you touch yourself again, please! Come to orgasm with me!” Andy caught my hand and kissed two of my fingers, and I could feel his rough lips now individually.
“Your touch says you are aching with desire, (Y/N). I beg you, let me watch as you pleasure yourself. There is no sweeter release for me than seeing you in the throes of ecstasy, feeling it through you. Until I can satisfy you myself, at least let me watch as your exquisite body comes to orgasm by your own means?” Andy fell to one knee, trembling, still holding on to two of my fingers and looking me steadily in the eye.
I didn’t say anything, though I felt my face flush. I tried to think for a second or two, but I couldn’t. In the end, it didn’t matter that what was happening was too impossible to contemplate, because I was faced with a being, right in front of me, whose feelings I could hurt. So I followed my heart.
I quickly yanked off my shirt, then kicked my boots off. I shimmied out of my pants, and as I was taking off my underwear, noticed that Andy had wasted no time taking his toga off and starting to stroke himself, watching me intently. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N).”
It was nice to be complimented. I took my bra off, and Andy started stroking faster, turning me on. “God, (Y/N), your breasts are so perfect and round, like ripe fruit!” I laughed.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to show you something different today, Andy. Does that sound good?” Andy nodded as I laid the towel on the bed and got my vibrator and lube out. I showed him the vibrator. “This is a vibrator.”
Andy looked puzzled at first, pausing in his masturbatory efforts, then I turned it on, and it began to vibrate. “It’s a pseudo-phallus, to simulate the male? You will thrust it into yourself, and come to orgasm?”
The way Andy said it, uneducated and unknowing, but hopeful, was kind of arousing. I turned the vibrator off. “Right now, it’s to simulate you, Andy. You as the male.” I let it sink in, and Andy started to stroke himself again, giving me a heated look. “I’ll be thinking of you inside of me. Why don’t you touch me as I do it, you’ll see too?”
I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs so that Andy could see, then showed Andy the bottle of lubricant. “Sometimes, it’s a good idea to use artificial lubricant. It can reduce friction if you are extremely aroused and want to engage in intercourse right away, without waiting for, uh, the female to produce her own." I squirted some on the vibrator, turned it on, and quickly thrust it all the way in before I got lube everywhere. MMMmmmm.
I started pumping myself as I watched Andy, and rubbed circles around my swollen clitoris. I felt his rough hand as he steadied himself on my leg, and imagined Andy, my Andy, above me, burying himself in me. God! He was so gentle and kind to me, and now I felt so good, the thrusting was so sweet, I envisioned his hands all over me. I felt his actual hand on my leg, squeezing, his lips kissing my leg softly, tentatively. I peeked at Andy, he was working his shaft hard, he was so fucking hot, it felt so good inside, I said his name, I was going to cum soon, my god it felt so good, Andy was calling my name, cumming on my leg, and then I felt that intense pressure in my head-
A few moments later, I got it together enough to turn the vibrator off, pull it out, and rolled it in a paper towel to deal with later. I wiped Andy’s funny mud-spoo off my leg, then gestured to him to come cuddle with me. Unconventional or not, that had been really intense. Andy looked thrilled and we ended up curling up next to each other on my bed.
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Guest appearance from an old skool playa:
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