Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... chit-chat, I poured her a cup and re-tied my robe, then went back. She had moved onto the couch.

"I thought I had the house to myself," I said.

"So did I," she said, and glanced at my crotch. I wondered what she might have seen before I fixed the robe.

She still had the notebook in front of her, but she had tucked one leg under her, and although I could see her thighs--girls have to know that boys are going to peek--I couldn't decide if she was wearing undies or not. She settled the question when I gave her the coffee. She turned to put it on the end table, completely exposing her crotch. She wasn't wearing anything but that T-shirt. She had a luxuriant bush, darker than her hair.

I started saying something about how odd it was that we were both home at the same time on a weekday morning, but Claudia really had no small talk.

"I don't get this," she said. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm-- It's like what we were talking about last night: a robot lover, but with--"

"No, no. I see that," she said, "but what do Asimov's rules have to do withthis game?

"Well, that's a good question. I'm having trouble translating those rules to... uh--"

"People."

"Yes, exactly, and--"

"It looks to me like all you really need is some rules and a coin," she said.

And there it was. She was quicker than me.

"I was trying to figure out how to make a game out of it," I said. "Something you could sell in adult book stores, maybe head shops."

She skimmed the ...

... notes again.

"I get it. You could still make a novelty sort of thing out of this," she said. "You could print the rules up at whatever length you need, maybe in a booklet, and then include a plastic coin with a robot on one side and a human on the other."

"Yes!" I said. "Or a spinner with an arrow on it, or--"

"Or a plastic coin," she said. I laughed. "Okay, a coin. For that suggestion I will give you half the money when I sell the game to a giant corporation."

She drank coffee and perused my notes again. "You could include a lined notepad in the kit," she said, "and players could write down the things they wouldn't do so there's no argument later. If you forget to put it on the notepaper, you have to do it."

"No," I said. "The robot has to be able to say 'no' at any time, or nobody would play."

She dropped the notepad on the coffee table and leaned back with her coffee cup, frowning.

"I would," she said.

I studied her for a moment, my mind in an uproar. Not only did she seem to be flirting, maybe, but in her new position she was giving me a wide-screen view of her pussy. How could she not know?

"Well, not everybody is like you, in my opinion," I said. "But I do like the idea of a list. It would be a guide for whoever was the "human." He or she would have an idea of what the robot would balk at--piss games or butt sex, or whatever."

"So no fun," Claudia said.

I pretended I hadn't heard that, but she had my attention. I had thought she was just an ...