It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
The alarm was screaming, and neither my mind nor my body was in any mood to put up with it. Turning it off I continue to lay in bed and spent the next twenty minutes scrolling the internet. The start of my morning ritual. Once I was certain there was no other way to procrastinate any more than I had already done, I got out of bed and got on with the day.
I am a writer, I keep telling myself that over and over again. This is true, I pay my rent with the money I make from writing, and somehow it still does not feel real. It feels like it was only yesterday that I was a student, and now I am pretending to be a grown up that has it all together. It was not all bad, I still met people, went out of the house during the day, and generally had a life. That did not mean I felt fulfilled. What I had craved for the longest time is to be in a relationship.
I know a few people that managed to build their own partner, however I always held out for the hope that I could find someone real. I kept waiting for either the right person or the right time. So much so to the point that days, weeks, months, and years had passed with me waiting, and it had come to the point that I had decided to take the plunge and build my own partner too. Somehow, I felt ashamed of the fact that I had to resort to building my own, as opposed to actually finding someone. It made me feel inadequate in many ways. As such, I decided to keep it a secret. I did not mind the fact that it is something that I built, as long as it is able to give me what I wanted.
Assembling the parts and the appropriate programs was easy enough, it is actually putting it together for the first time that became a true challenge. It was like building your first PC, nervous at first, and confident over time. By the way things were progressing, I should be able to boot it up tonight.
Once everything was assembled I looked over everything. A part of me was nervous, while the other part of me was excited. Satisfied I looked over it, I am constantly amazed at how realistic it looks, if there was any movement at all, you would be mistaken for thinking it was an actual person. I checked the battery to make sure it was fully charged. It was the moment of truth, and I was steeling myself, hoping it would work on the first try.
I press the near invisible button at the base of the neck, and stepped back. The skin felt so lifelike despite the cold. It started whirring. I know it takes a while on the first boot, and the fact that I do not know how long makes me nervous.
Its eyes opened and the iris was glowing, bright mechanical blue. A moment passes and the glow started to blink over and over. I smiled as I let out a sigh in relief, this was a good sign. I sat down and waited for the initial boot to complete, and for it to finally wake up.
The process took all night, in fact it was morning and I was getting on with my day when it was done booting. The eyes stopped blinking and it started to move, slowly, carefully, and unsure of itself. Sitting up, it moved its legs over the edge of the table and grabbed onto the edges with both hands.
I looked at it for a moment, and to the naked eye it looked exactly like a human female. Only I built this one from the ground up.
It looked at me for a moment. "Hello."
"Do you know what you are?"
"I am a companion."
I nod. "That's right."
"What task would you require me to perform first."
I stumble for a moment, not knowing how to react to that. "Oh. You don't have to."
It does not speak for a moment, "Then, what should I do?"
I walk over and sit on the table with it. The more I look at it the more I keep thinking about how real it looks, and until she spoke again I did not even realize I was staring at her.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded quickly, "Yes, I'm fine."
"That's good. So what should I Do?"
I thought about it for a moment and told her, "You should be my girlfriend."
It looked at me, silent, and for much longer. I wondered if it was alright to tell it so fast after booting for the first time.
"Alright, I accept this role."
"Great." I smile unconsciously.
We stayed in complete silence looking at each other, the more time I spend around her, the more she starts to feel like a person, despite the fact that I know it is a machine.
"So what do we do? Now that we are in a relationship?"
"Well, we do couple things."
"Would it be alright if I connected to the internet so that I can gather more data?"
I nodded, "Yeah, sure."
She then closed her eyes and went to work. I was fascinated on how she was able to connect wirelessly after having set up the connection before the piece of hardware was installed in her body.
As she was going through her search I found myself admiring her body now that it is moving on its own. The mold can be customized at any point, though I doubt I would change her look any time soon. Shoulder length black hair, pale skin, slim figure, and violet eyes. I dressed her in a tank top and shorts so that she would be wearing something when she woke up. I find myself wanting to touch her now that she is awake, to find out what she feels like. If she is warm or still cold.
I reach out and hover over her thigh. A part of me wanting to touch her because it is something that I built, and another part of me holding back as a result of the fact that she seems human. I make up my mind, and as such I close my eyes and lower my hand 'til it was touching her thigh. It was warm, and soft. I could not help caress slightly. I was fixated. Once she was done she moved her own hand and placed it on top of mine on her thigh. She then looked into my eyes.
"I have completed my research."
I smile, "That's great."
"Would you like sex?"
I stare at her blankly. Stumped for words.
She was looking intently at me, and all I could do was look as if I was a deer caught in the headlights. I was not sure how long had passed since she asked the question, or if any time had passed at all.
My eyes widened as I tried to smile, "Well?"
"Would you like sex?"
"Like right now?" I could not think of anything else to say, having said the words I instantly regretted it. I thought that I would be more confident around a machine.
"Within the relationship itself. That way I can download material that would help me perform to the best of my abilities in bed as well."
"Yes. Yes I would like to include sex as well."
She nods, "Alright, give me a moment." She closes her eyes.
My minor moment of panic is subsiding slowly, and it was not until then that I realized that my hand was still on her thigh, with her hand on my hand. I shift closer so that my arm is not at an awkward position, or at least a less awkward position.
As if I did not already feel awkward enough, being this close to her, and feeling her soft warm skin, I can feel my penis start to stir in my pants. I try to keep myself under control; this is the first time we had spoken after all.
I looked away and closed my eyes. I found myself already thinking of it as a person. I had not realized just how willing or eager I was to be in a relationship that I was willing to look at a machine I built as a person so that I could feel a sense of satisfaction in my life. There was still a feeling of shame that was coursing through me for what I was willing to do for some amount of companionship.
It started to gently squeeze my hand, "Are you okay?"
This is a question that I have been asked on a daily basis, and my response every single time had been, 'Yeah, I'm fine,' or any one of the other variants that someone could think of. However, this time felt a little different, it was hard to put into words. The fact that I knew she was a machine and asking if I was okay, made the question feel real, like it actually wanted to know. As opposed to the way we ask the question when greeting each other. This one question, at this point in time, asked by this particular thing, somehow made me feel loved in a way that I had not felt in a long while. I was not sure why I felt this way. Maybe it was the fact that because it was a machine I did not have to feel vulnerable when I opened up, or did not have to worry about being judged for feeling the way I do. This machine made me feel more human than any human had in my entire life.
All these thoughts cascaded over me in an instant, and I was able to parse through it just as quickly. Still, I did not want to dump my feelings onto her on the first day she started up. Though I did feel better, having been asked. I could tell from the way she looked, she was anticipating my answer to her question before she had any intention of moving on. As such I gently squeezed her thigh, placed my free hand on top of hers, smiled, and looked into her eyes. "Yeah, I'm alright."
DAY 3 (P. 1)
I kept going back and forth in my mind, should I call it it, or should I call it her? I did build her to be in a relationship with me. I suppose I will call it, her. She did not sleep through the night, she was on a low power state. Even though she booted up, there were still a lot of updates that needed to happen so that the software was safe. Parts are cheap, very true, though that does not mean I want to keep buying new parts because of a malfunction. So I would rather her spend time downloading everything she needs to run properly.
She was on the living room couch, sitting bolt upright, and eyes wide open. I noticed that when she is doing core updates, her eyes glow a bright blue, but when it is a small update to information, her eyes stay purple. It is insignificant in the grand scheme of things, I just find it interesting. I then started to wonder what it would be like if the robot had blue eyes anyway, it must get confusing sometimes, though, I suppose the blue light might give it away.
I furrowed my brow, seeing as she was still here, does that mean a girl finally spent the night? If so, as far as a first time goes, it is pretty pathetic. I hang my head at the thought, and prop it up at the forehead using my wrist, while also holding onto a cup of coffee. I am not a big coffee drinker, though I do find myself drinking a cup in the morning to start the day. Odd. My mind is all over the place, at least, even more than usual. I look up and stare at her. Her. I have not even named her yet, what's a good name. A name she might like. Then again she might just accept anything I give her. Does she have one herself? And if she does I did not even bother to ask for it.
"Is everything alright?"
I had been staring, though I had not been paying attention to her at all. "Do you have a name?'"
I felt my collective consciousness crack and shatter into many pieces. She did have a name, and I was far more interested in touching her instead. I am starting to see why they all said no to me, and why I had to literally build a girlfriend.
"It was on the box that held my core."
What ever shattered pieces were on the floor were thoroughly ground into dust.
"I had assumed that you knew, which is why I did not bring it up."
"I just assumed that was what the model was called."
"It is, I am the model, if you are not happy with the name, you are welcome to assign me any name that you want."
"Violet is fine. I really like it," setting the cup down I look at her. "It suits you.'"
"Well I need to head off to work now. Would you like anything when I get back?"
"No, thank you. May I ask how long work would last?"
"Eight hours, sometimes more."
"Thank you, I shall recharge in the meantime."
I take one good look at her, hoping to take a mental picture of her for me to think about while I am at work.
For the first time in a long time I found myself eager to get back home, as opposed to working here. Usually I do not even feel the hours go by, however, I can now feel every second slowly tick by. I was on edge, and I hated it.
DAY 3 (P. 2)
I hurried home.
Unlocking the door, I walked inside and found she was not at the couch. My smile faded, and panic started to rise. I wondered where she could be. I went from the living room straight into my room, and let out a sigh in relief. She was in bed, sleeping. She was still in the clothes that I dressed her in when she was first booted up. I wondered about what kinds of clothes she would like.
She woke up and looked at me. Her hair was a mess, and it somehow worked in making her even more attractive. "Hello. Did you have a good day at work?"
I walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. I turned to face her and smiled, "Yeah, it was ok. Feeling rested?"
She moved and sat at the edge of the bed next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and rested her head on me. "I am fully recharged."
My heart was beating fast. I was not sure if I was panicked, excited, or both. "That's good."
She then held my upper arm. "What should I call you?"
I then realized that it was indeed panic. "Did I not tell you?"
She moved slightly until she was resting her chin on my shoulder. I turned slightly to face her. The panic was rising, as I had not had a girl so close to me in this manner before. "No, you didn't."
"Welcome home, Ryan."
She was so close. My eyes drifted to her lips as my hand went to hers—the one that was holding me.
"Do you want to kiss me, Ryan?"
I knew that, if I spoke, I would revert to my puberty years, so I nodded. My hand moved along her forearm, to her upper arm, her shoulder, up her neck, to cup her cheek. I couldn't get over how soft she was.
"Is that a yes?"
She leaned in partway. I leaned in, and we kissed. It was light, and short. We each pulled back, centimeters from each other.
"Are you nervous?"
I nodded again.
I took in a deep breath, in the hopes that I might be able to calm myself down. I then took another breath, in the hopes of keeping my voice steady. I then took a breath, in the hopes of not having to face the moment. "I'm a virgin."
She looked into my eyes, and smiled. "Was that your first kiss?"
I reverted to nodding.
She leaned in, and kissed me. This time, it lasted longer, and the longer it lasted, the harder it became to breath. I pulled back to catch a quick breath and kissed her this time, moving my free hand to her waist.
She moved her leg under her, and sat facing me on the bed. Both of her hands were on my cheeks, and as the kiss was prolonged, she moved her arms until they were wrapped around my neck.
With her being this close, I held her body. Her warmth was comforting, so much so that I did not want to let go of her. This closeness is what I had craved for so long, and now that it was here, I didn't want to let go of it. She was the best decision that I had ever made in my life already.
I pulled back from the kiss and held onto her, catching my breath as I found myself struggling to keep up with her. Our foreheads were touching, as I looked into her deep purple eyes.
She then moved to straddle me as I sat, still maintaining the closeness. I was looking up to her. She smiled. "Would you like to have sex?"
DAY 3 (P. 3)
Violet pushed me back 'til I was laying down on the bed. I held her tight, as I was determined not to break the kiss. She pulled back and took off her top, tossing it to the side. Even though I built her, I felt more excited seeing her breasts now than when she was still being built.
She held my hands and moved them to her breasts. I felt my penis straining against my pants as I gently massage them, occasionally pinching her nipples. She let out a moan as I did so. "Do they feel real?"
I was stumped, this was yet another first among many today, "I don't know, they claimed they feel real."
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed my neck. Following which she whispered into my ear, "I guess we'll have to settle for that."
One of her hands were moving along my body, down 'til it was just over my crotch. I, on the other hand, moved my hands to her waist. She clearly had other ideas as using her free hand she moved one of my hands to her ass.
"Pull my shorts off."
I comply, and moving my second hand for help, slid her shorts off with the help of some maneuvering.
"Good, seeing as this is your first time, let me show you a good time."
At this point I was surprised I was able to stay hard, despite the restriction in my pants. She held onto my top and lifted it off me, also tossing it to the side. Following which she went down and pulled off my pants. I was naked with a girl for the first time, and I was painfully aware of just how insecure I was feeling at the point.
She climbed on again and kissed me. I loved kissing her, in fact I would be happy to do nothing but kiss her forever. During our kiss I felt her hold my penis, it was a weird sensation to know and feel someone else is touching it. Breaking the kiss she looked into my eyes, "Are you ready?"
Excitement and panic is at equal highs in my body as my penis twitched in her hand as I heard the question. I nodded.
Holding my penis in place she lowered herself until she was sitting on me, burying me inside her. The feeling was incredible as I let out a moan involuntarily. We were still for a moment, savouring the feeling. My eyes were closed this entire time, breathing heavy. My hands move from her thighs, to her hips, her ass.
She starts moving, up and down, slowly, measured and confident, the complete opposite of me. I opened my eyes and looked at her body, I found myself watching my penis disappear into her over and over for a moment, almost in a trance.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back slightly, letting out a slight groan in pleasure. I could also feel Violet start to ride me faster and faster, gradually building up the pace. I was taking short stuttering breaths struggling already as I feel my orgasm building up inside me. Even though I have had plenty of orgasms 'tll now, this one was different and it was all because of Violet.
"Are you close?" She asked me in between breaths.
I nodded. "So close."
"Let's cum together," she said, as she rode me hard and fast. I was moving my hips in time to meet her. I do not know how she timed her orgasm, and right now I do not care because burying myself inside her I had an intense orgasm. Shooting rope after rope of cum into her as her walls squeezed every drop out of me during our mutual orgasm.
The moment passes and we are both breathing heavy. She then lifts herself off and lays on the bed with me. I hold her from behind and recover from the orgasm together.
DAY 4 (P. 1)
The alarm screams in my ear, and I groan as I turn it off. Getting back to how I was, I look, and find Violet awake in my arms. I kiss her forehead and continue to hold her, "I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's fine, but don't you have work to get ready for?"
"Yeah I do, but not for a while. It takes me a while to get out of bed."
"Alright then. How long do you have then?"
"About an hour before I need to get out of bed."
'Would you like me to keep a note of the time so you won't risk being late to work?'
"No, it's alright."
We continued to stay in silence, a feeling of contentment filling me as we do. It has been a very long time since I have felt this feeling. I started to stroke her hair slowly as she nuzzled against me.
"Are you feeling alright? Satisfied."
I kiss her cheek, "Yes, I am."
She moved her hand down, and held my penis. "You have been hard since a little before you woke up. Do you often experience morning wood?"
Despite having lost my virginity to her, and spending the night in bed, holding each other, I still felt embarrassed talking about these things. "Yes I do. A couple of times a week."
"Do you masturbate 'til it subsides?"
"I understand," was all she said as she started to stroke me.
I let out a moan. I was not expecting her to initiate just like that. "Wait…"
"You don't want to?"
"No, I do, it's just…"
"Would you prefer a blowjob instead?"
"I was... wait, what?"
"No, what did you ask?"
"Would you prefer a blowjob?"
"Of course," she said as she kissed me, "Just ask me."
I look at her lips for a moment, picturing what they would look like wrapped around my penis. Despite the exchange that we just had, I was still hard, and her hand was on my penis gently stroking me. Enough to keep me hard, not enough to make be build to an orgasm.
I do not know why I am so hesitant right now, my mind knows that this is what she was built for, and yet I cannot help but think of her as an actual person. I decided to take her up on it, "In that case."
She smiled as she moved under the sheets, and between my legs. I spread them slightly. She started with just the head sucking on it while slowly stroking me. It was a good thing I was laying down because I doubt I would be able to stand up as she is working on me like this. She started to stroke me less as she took more of me in her mouth.
I moved my hands to her head as I feel her move up and down along my penis licking me as she does. Her own hands had gone down to my balls, she plays with them as she takes all of me in her mouth over and over again. The sensations are washing over me as I close my eyes breathing heavier and heavier, feeling my orgasm grow inside me.
I move the sheets away so that I could see her working on my penis, her lips wrapped around me, "I'm getting close."
In that moment she took all of me in her mouth till her lips were at the base of my penis. This was too much for me as gripped her head tight, and shot my load down her throat with a groan.
Coming down from the high, I let my hands drop to the sides, breathing heavy. She in turn slowly lifted her head cleaning my penis as she did so. "Felt good?"
"Good." She then stood up, "I will get breakfast ready, you get ready for work." I watched her leave the room.
DAY 4 (P. 2)
"... And that is why robots are servants."
So there's no room at all for adaption.'"
"Not for a robot, no.'"
These two talking are a couple of friends. Axel is the one saying robots are servants, and Helena is the one saying otherwise.
"A robot can express themselves.'"
"Because that is what they are programmed to do. They will analyse the work they have done 'til it is refined to the best of its capabilities.'"
"Programming is not the only thing that will determine growth."
"You can have two robots programmed differently and experience the same thing and grow differently."
"You can have the same program experience different things and develop differently too."
It is always like this, they argue, do not meet a consensus, and start again when they get the feeling of cutting loose. They each know the other is not going to budge, because if they did it would be boring and would not be stimulating.
"... And what about my relationship?'"
Even my attention was piqued.
"Hey, what you like in bed is your business."
"We have a connection.'"
"How are you sure that it is not the programming in your lover that is making sure to be a good partner to You?"
"He feels human."
"That is what they are programmed to be."
"He learns and grows."
"Just like it is supposed to. That is until the new model comes out."
"He satisfies me."
"So you're not going to upgrade?"
"Like I said, we have a connection."
While I enjoyed their talks, this last point hit me. Helena is certain about her connection, but I can easily be swayed either way. If was talking to Axel alone, I am sure I would go back to thinking of Violet as a thing, and if I talk to Helena I would think of her as a person. I made the choice yesterday. Despite that, I feel myself still going back and forth.
The rest of the day was quite dull as I was with my editor the entire time. I like her, she is good at her job, and great to talk to, though we both agree talking about work can be pretty dull. After we were done for the day we went our separate ways. While on other days I would be disappointed to go to an empty house, now that Violet is there I am looking forward to it.
I enter and going to the bedroom, find that she is asleep, and she is still naked. I admire her body for a moment before I head to the kitchen and grab myself a glass of water.
Violet came up from behind me and held me. "I am connected to the house settings, I know when you come home."
"You seemed peaceful in bed."
"Did you enjoy watching me?"
"Then why didn't you join me?" she asked as she moved my hand to her breast.
I wrap my free hand around her. "I wanted to get a shower and get cleaned first."
"In that case, how about we share it?"
"Yes. That way we can play and get clean."
The thought of it was arousing as I kissed her forehead. "You're quite eager.'"
"This is what you built me for, isn't it? To please you." She states as she moves her hand down my pants and holds my penis. I am glad I had already set the glass down, because I was not sure I would have been able to keep hold of it with what I am feeling right now.
"Well it was part of it. I want us to be in a relationship."
"Companionship, love, and sex.'"
'This is true.' I struggle with my penis in her hand.
"Which are you in the mood for?" she asks me directly.
Being with her has certainly made me bolder, as I replied by kissing her.
DAY 4 (P. 3)
The water was running on the shower, and she was already wet waiting for me to get inside and join her. The past two days had been beyond what I could have imagined happening when first started building her. I stepped inside the shower with her. The water was warm as I immediately moved my hands to her waist. She was only slightly shorter than I was, and if she wore high heels, we would be the same height. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifting herself onto her toes and kissed me. It was a different sensation when compared to the first time we had sex, it was a sensation I liked.
I could feel myself getting more eager as I moved forward, pushing Violet against the wall. Despite the warm water cascading over us, it was still cool, creating a contrast in sensations that was quite pleasurable. Maintaining the kiss, I pushed against her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and tasting her tongue. She tasted fresh, minty even. She let out a moan as our tongues wrestled, shifting from her mouth to mine until I had to pull back to catch my breath.
I grabbed onto a fist full of her hair, pushing into her, forcing her to spread her legs for me. She, in turn, lifted herself up using my body as leverage, and wrapped her legs around my body. My free arm wrapped around her so that she was steady. Once we were steady, she moved a hand, and reaching down, held my hard penis. She lifted herself up slightly, and lowered herself onto me. It was awkward to position ourselves against the wall, though we managed somehow. I moved my hips forward to meet her, and I was buried inside her. In this moment we both let out a moan in pleasure.
I stayed still for a moment as I savoured this moment. Looking into her eyes, she seemed hungry, as she started to move up and down against me. In response, without any input from me consciously, my body started to move in time with her. Matching her thrusts with my own. I move my hands to her ass, and hold on to her, moving them along her thighs. I am able to pin her against the wall with my body, and help her stay up with my hands. As we got more comfortable with our positions, the faster we got, and so the faster my orgasm started to rise.
It felt like the two of us were completely in tune with each other sexually, we matched each other's energies perfectly. At least, from the two times we have had sex. I lean in and start to kiss, lick, and gently bite on her neck. Hearing her moans only makes me even more excited, as I started to move in and out of her at an even faster rate. Moving a hand to her hair, I grip it tight, and make her look into my eyes as we have sex. It was almost like a declaration to her that I was going to orgasm. She smiled at me, it was like we understood each other.
I become more frantic till I feel as if I'm on the edge. I pushed as far into her as I can and come hard. As if it was timed to perfection, she orgasmed just as I did. I could feel her walls massage my penis, draining every drop that I could possibly give.
As the orgasm was subsiding, I felt as if my strength was being drained with it, as I slowly lowered myself till I was on my knees. Violet lowered herself at the same time, making sure to keep me in her at all times. Once I was on my knees, and she was straddling me, she smiled and kissed me.
"I don't know."
"There has to be something you like."
"There is no information about things I want, that is material."
"Not unless I am programmed to."
"How about that one?" I pointed to one of the tops on the website.
"Are you saying that because you want it, or because that's what I suggested?"
"Which is the answer you prefer to hear?"
At this point I do not know if she is doing this to annoy me or not. "Alright this is what you are going to do today."
I wrote down four digits, "This is your budget, I'll let you buy whatever clothes you want, as long as the total price does not exceed this."
"You want me to buy clothes?"
"For yourself, yes."
"Is there really any point? We are going to be taking them off together anyway."
"This would be true in most cases, however I do have friends, and if they come over I cannot have you naked."
She thought for a moment, "Alright, I shall buy clothes."
I smile with a sense of relief, "Great. I'll be at the desk working, let me know if you need anything or if you're done."
"Alright. I'll see you soon then."
She said as she concentrated on the screen with the clothes on it, while I went to the next room and started typing away.
Work was going smoothly, words were written, and I feel as if I was on a groove. When I was absorbed in the work as I was at that point, I did not feel the time slip past at all. These are the best days to work, when everything comes pouring out, and you are not worried about the times when you could not put two sentences together.
There was a knock on the door, and turning I see Violet leaning against the frame with a satisfied look on her face, "All, done."
I smile in turn, "Good, I'm glad."
"Well I still have a bit to do. I'm feeling good right now, like I've got a rhythm going."
She walks to me and holds me from behind looking at the screen, "That's great. Anything I can do to help? I'm pretty bored."
"I'm sorry, I don't think so. You could watch something, maybe play something? I want to get as much of it done while it's coming out."
"That's understandable. I'll entertain myself till you are done then."
"I'll make it up to you, promise."
She smiled and kissed my cheek.
I started typing away, only she never left my side, having her so close was comforting.
"I could still help."
I continue typing, "Help how?"
"Maybe I could keep you warm."
I smile, letting out a chuckle, "You already are."
She turned and whispered in my ear, "I meant your penis."
That did the trick, within seconds of her saying that, I was hard. "Right now? But..."
"You don't have to move one bit, just focus on your work," She said as she moved under the table. How she was able to fit in the tight space between the wall and where I was sitting, I will never know. She even went so far as to pull me, and the chair so that I was at a comfortable distance from my keyboard. "You focus on your work, and I will make sure you are taken care of."
She was true to her word, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis and swallowed it without any struggle. This is definitely one of the more interesting work days I've ever had. Thank god I work at home.
It had been less than a week, and somehow, I could feel myself changing somewhat already. I have not been feeling as lonely as I had been feeling in the past, and as I was laying on the bed holding onto Violet, there was a sense of contentment within me that I had not felt in years. I was growing attached to her in a way I thought that I could only do so with another human. I looked at her, stroking her hair as I kissed her forehead, following which I held her tighter in my embrace. As I remained here, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, despite it having already being ten in the morning.
When I did wake up in the afternoon, I was holding her, however I was on my back while she was resting her head on my chest. I gently rubbed behind her ear with my fingertips as I smiled. She moved her head 'til her chin was resting on my chest and looked into my eyes. "Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, "Did you?"
"I did," she smiled as she moved up, leaned in and kissed me. "What are your plans for the day?"
"Need to get some writing done."
She let out a giggle, "Want me under the table like yesterday?"
This time I leaned in and kissed her, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Of course I did, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't."
"I guess not," I smiled and kissed her again, "Alright then."
I let out a deep breath and motioned to get up, however before I managed to even sit up, Violet pulled me back down. "Not yet."
"What do you mean?"
She reached down and grabbed a hold of my penis, which was making a tent in the sheets by this point. "Need to take care of your little morning excitement."
"Why not later at the table?"
She sat up on the bed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought you were in the mood seeing as you seemed excited."
Seeing her so apologetic I was compelled to sit up too, "No it's not that, I am."
"Then is it a matter of efficiency?"
"No it's not that, it's just I don't want you to feel as if you need to make me cum every time I get hard."
"So then when should I engage with you sexually?"
This question stumped me as I had no idea how to answer it, and so the only thing that I could do for a moment was to simply stare at her. She was waiting for an answer, and the only thing that I managed was, "I don't know. I guess it depends."
"I don't know, mood?"
She thought for a moment. "Are you in the mood right now?"
My penis actually twitched when I heard the question, "Well," I hesitated.
"Is this a moment where you require release and not something more intimate?" she asked as she reached down and started to stroke my penis. "When your penis is hard, you require different levels of intimacy…"
I let out a deep breath as I felt her stroke my penis.
"Is a handjob is the lowest level for you and the most appropriate for the moment?"
By this point much of what she was saying was blocked by the pleasure I was feeling as I felt my orgasm build already. She was kneeling right in front of me as she stroked my penis.
I felt my orgasm wash over me as my hips started to buck as I shot my load on her thighs, belly, breasts, and hand.
Once it passed I was breathing heavily, recovering from the quick orgasm as I looked at Violet with a smile before kissing her passionately. She kissed me back.
"Humans are curious and difficult to understand."
The first few days of when Violet was activated felt as if they took ages to end, despite the fact that it was a fantastic time. That being said, as the week is starting to trail off to the end, I feel as if time is getting faster and faster. Which is something that I do not want because the time that I am spending with her is some of the happiest moments I have had recently. The companionship and the warmth of a relationship are making me happier each day.
It was midday, and I was in my workroom. As I sat on the chair, Violet was in turn sitting on my lap while she leaned on my body and rested her head on my chest. I held her tight as I felt the heat radiate from her body. It was at this moment that I thought of the conversation between Axel and Helena. Are the feelings that I am experiencing at the moment artificial, or are they the genuine thing? Are these feelings concrete? She is an AI after all. At times I ask myself these questions, and my opinion is constantly changing. However, if I had to side with one of the arguments, I would say that I am closer to relating with Helena's side of things. I enjoy holding her like this, it makes me forget that she is an AI sometimes, and it makes me feel as if I am in an actual relationship.
It was then that the doorbell sounded off, and we both let out a groan in annoyance. "Do you want me to check who it is?'"
I let out a chuckle, "Definitely not."
"Keeping me a secret?" she teased.
"No, you're not wearing anything," I smiled as I stood up and headed for the front door. When I opened it, a delivery man was standing with two boxes next to him stacked on top of each other. The height of the boxes came to his waist. I signed for the boxes and watched him leave. I carried the boxes into the living room, and neither of them were light to carry. I was left wondering what she could have bought that amounted to this.
Violet walked into the living room and sat on the couch, "What is it?"
"I don't understand why I would need clothes."
"So that if someone comes over you're not naked, and if I want to be outside with you, I can be."
I smiled as I used the edges of my keys to cut open the boxes. Both of them were packed tight with clothes. "For someone that says they are not interested in clothes, I must say you went all out."
"Well you did tell me to."
"I suppose I did. Still this is good," I walked over to her and hold her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist, while resting my chin on her shoulder, "We're slowly becoming an actual couple."
"Oh? And what was I 'til now? Your toy?" she teased. Though to be honest, she was not too far from the truth. I want to be in a relationship, and my view of her is constantly changing from an AI sexbot to an actual person. I look to her for more than just sex, and so she is more than a toy for me.
"To be honest, that's how I look at you to start with."
"You're more like my girlfriend."
With a smile she turned around and kissed me. "Good, now then let's try these clothes."
For the remainder of the day, any work I had planned was halted in exchange for watching her try out all of her new clothes.