Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

No actual robots appear in this wholesome story of young lust and surprise romance. I hope you find some humor in it, too. It's a kink-o-rama, though, so keep an eye on the tags; the sex play differs from chapter to chapter.

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Chapter 1

After leaving college, I lived for more than a year in a rooming house in Berkeley. I worked odd jobs and waited to see what the universe was going to do next. If you had called me a stoner, I wouldn't have considered it an insult.

It turned out that what the universe had in mind was a nerdy girl who had been right in front of me for almost a year. She took me completely by surprise.

Claudia was constantly beat up, because she was a skateboarder. This was at a time when boards were often actual boards, and boards with girls on them were few and far between. The term "skater girl" had not come into use. Just to give you a rough idea of the era, she was the first girl I knew who had a visible tattoo.

She was intelligent; god help the guy who argued with her. She was working on a master's degree in something. But her long dark hair was always tangled, and she was not obsessive about things like deodorant. She didn't smell bad, but you knew she was in the room.

Socially, Claudia was a bit awkward. She was working the "tomboy" thing so hard, and ignoring the boys in the house so completely, that I figured she might be gay, although the skateboarding friends of hers who came by the house were mostly boys, as grungy as ...

... she was.

Grungy or not, though, there was something about her. Just walking through the room or flopping in the old wing chair in front of the TV, she drew the eye. Her behavior was sensual, but I don't think it was calculated. The guys in the house were all aware of her, but we weren't experienced enough to handle it. We responded like boys on a playground, calling her "Claud" behind her back.

She didn't seem to care what anybody thought of her. Her shirts and jeans were baggy, and she didn't flirt. She was also a conscious feminist, pointing out any disrespect for her or for women in general. Those of us who had inspired one of her little "educational talks" learned to think before airing our opinions. To be fair, we needed educating.

Once in a while, though, she would drop her guard, at least with me, and open up a bit. A couple of times I thought she might even be lonely, but it never felt like she was hitting on me. It just made it easier to be around her--another character among our rotating troupe of poverty-stricken students and stoners.

One night I found myself alone with Claudia in the living room, which was very unusual in that crowded house. We had just watched the episode of Second Generation in which the whole crew of the Enterprise is driven mad with lust by some sort of space thingy, and the sexy female security officer pairs off with Commander Data, an android, who assures her as she is dragging him into her quarters that he is "fully functional" in ...