I have a somewhat… unorthodox relationship with my roommate, Jamie. People always notice just how hot she is and ask if we’re going out. We’re not… she’s honestly not that interested with pursuing a romantic relationship with anyone. She tells me that she’s more or less asexual, too. What a waste, I thought initially. She’s mostly just concerned with pursuing professional matters. Even now, I don’t really know her that well and we don’t talk much. I can’t even say we’re friends, really.

However… rooming with her has some definite… benefits. You see, Jamie’s cybernetically enhanced. She spends a typical workday plugged into the Internet, shut off and disinterested from the outside world. So you ask, “if that’s the case, how does she remain in such great shape?”

Jamie has been altered to be able to separate her head from her body. While her head works or sleeps on a docking station, her body runs on autopilot and remains active and healthy. As a result, the contrast above and below her neck is staggering. Her face is unimpressive, a little unkempt and looks like it belongs on someone much fatter. But her body is that of a goddess. Fit, athletic, long, gorgeous legs, large, supple breasts and a booty to die for. She’s the epitome of a butterface. While she attends to matters she deems more important, a simple AI controls her body, exercises and runs errands for her.

Living with such a sexy woman was frustrating at first. Especially one with no interest in such things. Talk about blue balls. However, Jamie noticed how attracted I was to her and gave me an offer.

She told me straight out that she had zero interest in me in that way, but if I wanted, I could have my way with her body when she “wasn’t home”, provided I didn’t damage her and wouldn’t be weirded out having a headless woman in my bed. After all, she doesn’t experience what her body goes through when she’s “away” so as far as Jamie was concerned, it didn’t matter what happened in the meantime as long as she returned home to a body in good condition. I jumped for joy.

So, Jamie and I aren’t dating and we aren’t even really fuck buddies or friends with benefits. ...Although we have sex on the regular… except… “we” don’t. I make love with her body, not Jamie herself. There’s nobody there when I fuck her.

Normally, I’m really nervous when I get intimate with someone. I would often find myself worrying “what if I don’t please her? What if I’m not good enough? What if she isn’t consenting to this? What if she doesn’t really love me? What if she’s thinking about someone else?” But, when I’m with Jamie’s body, I don’t find myself worrying about these things and can just relax. It’s… actually really nice being with a girl from just the neck down. Preferable, even. It’s like the best of both worlds between looking at porn by yourself, and actually engaging in the physical act of sex.

When you’re with a headless girl, the female body is absolutely objectified, devoid of personality, soul, reasoning or the vast majority of emotional expression. She doesn’t really have a mind of her own and willingly does whatever you tell her to. There’s no eyes to judge you, no mouth to say anything, no brain to act on its own… but there’s still skillful hands to please you, arms to embrace you, long legs to wrap around you, soft breasts to put your face into and a wet pussy to thrust your cock into. You’re are the same time making love to someone, but also to no one at all.

Unfortunately though, we humans begin to project our feelings on to things. I wasn’t in love with Jamie… but I was starting to fall in love with her body. While Jamie was away, I would cuddle with her headless body and watch movies. I would even eat dinner with her body. I knew her body had no feelings at all, nor did Jamie herself even feel for me. Yet unfortunately, I began to grow attached.

I consciously know that her body is simply programmed to act a certain way when Jamie isn't in control of it. Her headless body is just a mindless automaton that happens to have human flesh and a Beaton heart. But the way she "playfully flits" with me, holds me close when we're together and moans with "pleasure" when I passionately make love to her frequently has me fooled. 

Naturally, I was devastated when Jamie announced she was moving to another planet for work, taking her body with her. We were “breaking up”, even though we were never dating to begin with. However, thankfully, Jamie noticed I was a little shaken and let me know she was considering upgrading to a fully mechanical body and if I wanted this one, I could buy it. And that she had no sentimental attachment to it as it wasn’t even the body she was born with - she bought it off some poor yet attractive girl so she could afford an education. Jamie couldn’t recall the girl’s name off the top of her head. So that’s why her head and body didn’t look like they matched, I thought. I was having a heated affair with a woman whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen.

After all was said and done, Jamie left and I was alone in my apartment with the mysterious and beautiful woman with no head that I had been sharing a bed with for the past few months. She was wearing a low-cut, tight red dress and high heels that Jamie had left. "Just who are you, anyway?" I asked the headless girl, not expecting a response. She just sat there silently, seductively crossed her legs and leaned forward, giving me a good look at her boobs and the connector port for where her head would go. For someone without a brain, she sure knew how to turn me on.

I sat down next to her. She snuggled up beside me and placed her hand on my thigh. She gently worked her way up and began to unbutton my pants. I gently kissed her shoulder. "Not so fast girl, I don't even know your name. I suppose I should give you one. I dunno your story from the neck up, but from the neck down, you're my dream girl. How about Ms. Goodbody?" The beheaded beauty gave me a warm hug. "I'll take that as a sign of approval."