Robot Lover Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 03

You ever have one of those moments where you suddenly realize you've leaped into a commitment, and everything is going to be different? If that weren't enough, Tommy is about to find out what it's like to be a robot with a rather kinky mistress.

Chapter 3

That evening was very strange. Claudia and I sat side by side, but not obviously together, on the sofa, watching a television drama of some sort. We were surrounded by three or four of our housemates.

I have no memory of the program.

I was intensely aware of her. I could smell her, but instead of her usual strong smell of sweat-and-whatever, she smelled mostly of sandalwood. Which was no surprise. After exploring each other intimately during our first shower that morning, using sandalwood soap as a lubricant, we had spent approximately three hours in my bed getting dirty. After that we had showered again, but to

avoid advertising our situation, we had done it separately. Her hair was clean and shiny, piled up on her head with wooden barrettes instead of hanging on her shoulders. Two of our fellow residents had complimented her separately on how nice she looked. I had pangs of jealousy.

I was completely smitten. I was happy but worried, because it was so strange.

She had taken me by surprise. It wasn't just the sex, although the sex had been maybe the best I had ever imagined. I just wanted to be with her. Alone. I liked her. I wanted to talk with her.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, unless ...

... you took it back to her comments the night before about Mr. Data being a giant vibrator. Something in her personality just seemed right for me, which was a total surprise. I knew there would be no misunderstandings here, even if we were to disagree about something.

I didn't really know her at all, and yet I was ready for her to be there all the time, maybe even for the rest of my life. Jesus! What was I thinking? I was crazy in love, and I was well aware of it.

What if she was just fucking around with me? What if she didn't feel about me the way I felt about her?

That afternoon, after we had separately showered and dressed, we found ourselves unwilling to split up. As we were heading downstairs together, a couple of our housemates came in the front door. I had looked at her and she said, "Not yet," so we acted as we always had, as if we barely knew each other. At the bottom of the stairs we split up.

After dinner, sitting and watching that stupid show, I had to agree it might be wise to maintain calm. First of all, we actually did barely know each other. Who knew what would happen next? Second, I didn't think a romantic couple in the middle of a house full of proudly uncivilized singles was likely to be a comfortable situation.

But if "not yet," when? Was this going to be a comedy or a tragedy?

I felt a tap on my thigh. I looked at her, but she was watching the TV. I looked down and her hand was tucked next to me with a piece of paper sticking out of it. I ...