In the Arms of an Android

by Tracy Lauren

  All throughout our make out session Valens’s cock remains hard as stone between my legs, but he doesn’t urge us beyond kissing. Even his hands don’t venture beyond the touches we’ve already shared. They stroke my back and arms and a few times they even fall to my hips to grip me there tightly.

  I content myself with caressing his face and chest. And damn if his chest isn’t a thing of beauty. It’s broad and firm, and I can feel his sculpted muscles just beneath the thin layer of his uniform shirt. I could do this all day. Hell, I want to do this all day. But I know the android has work. I shouldn’t keep him. So, eventually, I break our kiss.

  I’m feeling dazed, but when I look at Valens, he appears focused and alert. I chuckle, feeling happy and excited about whatever this is. “That was something,” I say.

  “It was,” he agrees. “I have never… It is not an activity I have engaged in before.”

  I’m taken aback. Valens has never kissed anyone? “Why not?”

  “I have never before experienced an interest.”

  A slow smile spreads across my lips. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

  “You are unique in many ways, Andrea.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  The little wristwatch thing Valens wears chimes. He looks down at it but doesn’t respond.

  “Hey, you should get going,” I tell him. I don’t want him to feel like he has to babysit me constantly. I’d hate to think I’m making him late for work.

  Valens’s expression changes ever so slightly at my suggestion, and he quickly straightens himself, helping me to my feet. I’m reluctant to get up, but I suppose I must.

  “Allow me to get your breakfast.”

  “I can get it, Valens, really.”

  “Then I will help you bathe.”

  I choke on my laughter. I think it’s time I started trying to be a little more independent. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

  The android assesses my face, then nods curtly, disappearing out my door without a word of farewell. I scoff, running my hands through my hair. Okay, I guess no kiss goodbye then. But I refuse to hold our brisk parting against the guy. I mean, he’s an android for goodness sake. Not to mention the fact that he’s new to all this—whatever this might be. Instead I smile and think about how I might take the lead on farewells next time.

  Chapter 20

  Valens

  I believe I have made a huge mistake. When it comes to Andrea, I am not sure if I trust my judgment. Just yesterday I had consciously decided to ignore my sexual interest in her, and yet I spent the night fueling my erection by studying how to bring human females to an orgasm.

  Now I have lost her trust. Andrea needs me to help her eat and bathe, she needs me to feel safe and comfortable. I have ruined that. Even now, she sits in her room staring off into nothingness once again. How will she sleep at night if she refuses my aid? The realization feels like a physical loss.

  This morning, she was so near to me, her vital signs indicating arousal. I could not stop myself. I did not want to stop myself. I wanted to kiss her, to taste her lips. And when I did, it was fascinating beyond anything I have ever experienced before. And now I will never experience it again. Nor will I be able to give Andrea the aid and care she deserves.

  Maybe she will request Gulan now. I am dismayed at the thought. Gulan will not understand her. Gulan will not strive to ensure Andrea is taken care of. Not like I would.

  I stride through the corridors, not going anywhere in particular. I am not needed at work. Not when my hours were so long yesterday. I had hoped to spend this day with Andrea, to try once more at giving her a tour of the ship. But now that is ruined. I have ruined it all.

  If only there was a way to undo what I have done…

  While I hate to regret what Andrea and I shared, I do if it means that I have lost her now. I need to fix this. I turn suddenly, causing a pair of scientists to run head first into my chest.

  “Excuse me,” I say as I push past them, running towards Andrea’s room.

  Chapter 21

  Andrea

  I’m still walking on sunshine when the door glides open and Valens comes rushing in. I stiffen at his sudden appearance, worried.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Andrea, we must talk,” he says gravely.

  I nod. “Okay.” Valens grabs my hand and leads me to the couch. I’m confused and a little unsettled by the severity of his demeanor. “What’s wrong, Valens?” I question, readying myself for a blow.

  “I must apologize.”

  “For what?”

  “I have violated your trust. It was a mistake, Andrea. I should have never taken advantage of you while you were in need of my aid. I came to ask if there is some way we could undo this. Can we simply pretend it never happened and go back to the way things were? I want to be the one to help you when you need it, even if that means I can no longer explore my feelings for you.”

  The look on Valens’s face is absolutely stricken as he clasps onto my hand, his eyes searching mine for forgiveness.

  “Where is all this coming from?”

  “This morning…after we were intimate—”

  “After we kissed,” I clarify.

  “You refused my aid. I have made you uncomfortable and now you are left with no one to assist you.”

  I cock my head at Valens, trying to understand him. “Valens, I heard your watch beep. I thought you had work or something.”

  “My alarm? I had set it as a backup reminder to feed you.”

  I choke on my laughter. “Valens! I’m not a puppy! You don’t need to feed me!”

  “Previous mornings have pointed to the contrary. Even today, I have left you alone and you have not eaten.”

  “You’ve been gone all of five minutes!” I counter. “Look, Valens, there’s been a misunderstanding. I wasn’t trying to push you away and I certainly don’t feel uncomfortable around you. I honestly just thought you had to be at work and I didn’t want to be a burden.”

  “You are not a burden to me, Andrea. Not in the least.”

  “Good. Are we cool then? Or…are things changing?” I ask, nervous about what his answer might be.

  “If…if you would be willing, I would like to proceed as we were.”

  “I’m willing,” I say, beaming a smile at him. “So…do you have work this morning?”

  He shakes his head, “I had hoped to spend the day with you—to show you more of the ship. If you were interested, of course.”

  “I’d like that. Hey, Valens…since we’re on the subject. What is going on between us?”

  “Exposure to you is causing me to experience a multitude of new reactions—things I have never felt before.”

  “Good things?”

  “Things I want to feel all day long, but I do not want that to get in the way of caring for you, Andrea. If it comes down to your comfort and my desire, I will choose your comfort every time.”

  The earnestness in Valens’s words is endearing. And it feels good to have something positive and exciting to focus on, rather than…well, everything else. I give Valens a long, hard look—from the tip of his head, right down to his toes. He’s lean and muscular, his face looks human despite the fact that he was made by aliens on a different planet. And even with the gray skin and purple tongue, he’s hot, damn hot. I’d be a fool to not welcome this little distraction. Besides, maybe whatever’s happening between us is more than just that.

  “Are you up for that ship tour?” I ask.

  “I would be happy to show you more of the Salutation.”

  “Good. I just need to get ready first, then we can go. Is that okay?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’ll need to shower,” I tell him, biting my lip to hide my smile.

  “Should I—?” he starts, sounding unsure despite our talk. I grab his hand and lead him toward the bathroom, watching his expression the entire time.

  This time I deviate from our normal r
outine. Instead of stepping inside the shower to undress, I grab a hold of the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head. Valens watches me with intense scrutiny. His expression is difficult to read and I hope I’m having the desired effect on the guy. Next goes my panties. When I’m standing naked in front of him, I reach for his shirt. He dutifully helps me tug it off.

  “Andrea…what are you doing?”

  “Showing you how comfortable I am around you. Can I?” I ask, my fingers on his belt.

  Valens nods. He doesn’t help me with the buckle, but he does watch my every movement, as if trying to commit the moment to memory. Once I get his pants undone, he kicks off his shoes and he pushes the last of his clothing down his hips. His cock springs free, just as hard as I remember it feeling this morning. I shouldn’t be surprised at the purple tint to the thing. But I am shocked by the size. Overall Valens is lean, but he’s still a big guy and the piece between his legs is…generous to say the least. Whoever created him sure was kind in that department.

  I back into the shower stall, pulling him in with me. “Oh! You can, um…get wet, right? This isn’t going to make you short circuit or anything?”

  An amused smile softens Valens’s features and he reaches past me to turn the water on. A warm spray greets us. When he reaches again, I think he’s going to touch me and I close my eyes, leaning forward in anticipation. But his touch never comes. Surprised, I open my eyes. He’s holding the shampoo, looking at me with a question in his eyes.

  “Should I wash your hair?” he asks.

  “Do I get to do you next?”

  His expression, that is so often stoic, relaxes in a way that tells me he finds the idea interesting at the very least, but the jutting erection between his legs lets me know just how deep his feelings on the subject run. So I turn around, offering him my wet hair. His hands delve in, massaging the shampoo throughout. A contented sigh escapes me and I step a little closer to Valens, letting his cock bump against the top of my ass as I do.

  I imagine if he’s never kissed a woman before, he’s never been naked with one before either. This is going to be so much fun.

  When he’s done with my hair, I do his, making sure I lean in nice and close so that my naked breasts rub against his back. We’re silent as we wash, but if we’re being honest, all the sudsing is more about touching one another than it is about getting clean. Eventually we run out of PG places to caress and we turn to face each other. There’s no more pretense.

  “May I kiss you?” he asks.

  I nod, my hands sliding up his arms. Then his wet body presses against mine and he kisses me. I moan, pleasantly surprised by how sure his touch is. For a man who’s never kissed before he seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

  I guess some things just come naturally.

  Chapter 22

  Valens

  When our kisses were on the couch it was easier to maintain my control. But here in the shower, Andrea is pushing me to my limits. In all other aspects of my life I am known for my discipline, but with her it seems I have none. And as I kiss her I find myself wanting more and more. What would her breasts feel like in my hands? How would they taste on my tongue?

  Andrea seems to be reading my mind, because no sooner than I have the thought, she grips my hair, steering my head to the fleshy mounds I desire so much. It’s her nipples that hold my attention and I flick my tongue over one. She moans and gasps in response. I gauge her quickening heart rate to determine her pleasure, but it seems I do not need to. If the sounds she is making are any indication, she is as rapt with this encounter as I am.

  Andrea falls back against the wall for support, clinging to me as I tease her breasts. One of her legs lifts to wrap itself around my thigh, pulling me closer to her. My penis strains, rubbing against her belly. Even the barest of movements makes it ache in the most enjoyable way. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder what release will feel like and to what extent am I even capable of it. But I’m more concerned with Andrea and bringing her to a place of ecstasy.

  “Tell me what you want,” I beg. I’d do anything to make her feel good.

  “I like it when you lick me, Valens,” she says breathily, her leg still tugging me close to her naked body. I think of the wet folds between her thighs and the nerve center located there which needs stimulation for her to reach her climax.

  “May I lick you in other places?”

  Her smile is wicked and it makes something in my chest swell with raw desire. “Valens, you can lick me anywhere you want.”

  At her permission I drop to my knees, taking that leg of hers she had wrapped around me and pressing it up high, leaving her sex exposed. Pleasure seeps through me and I delve in. The taste of Andrea on my tongue is without comparison. There is nothing I have experienced since my waking that has brought me such an intense reaction. I want to make her feel as good as I do. When I locate her clitoris she keens in sexually charged elation. The leg she balances on threatens to buckle. So I grab that one too and toss it over my shoulder, holding her up as I lick and suck on the sensitive little nub that she does indeed enjoy having teased.

  “More,” she begs. “Valens, I need more.”

  “What would please you, Andrea?”

  “Put your fingers in me. Pump them like you’re fucking me.”

  I have to close my eyes at her words. How do organic beings deal with the intensity of these emotions, I wonder? Still, I am eager to comply with Andrea’s request, taking two fingers and sliding them through her wetness until I feel the opening to her core, then I press inside.

  My tongue goes to her clit again and she screams and curses, bucking against me and holding my head in place. Then, without warning, her sex begins to spasm. She’s cumming.

  Chapter 23

  Andrea

  We dive in after that morning. There’s no push and pull. No games. Valens doesn’t wait until I’m in the middle of a night terror to race to my room anymore. Instead, every evening when he’s done with work, he comes straight to me, settling in on the couch. And I climb onto his lap.

  We talk about all sorts of things. Often my line of thinking goes back to the man who stole me—Leninger. The villain is long since dead, leaving no means for justice. We talk about the other women too and the possibility of trying to find them. It would be no easy task—like looking for a needle in a haystack the size of eternity. Interestingly enough, Valens seems more optimistic about it than I do. It makes me think there is some hope after all.

  Whenever my mood gets too dark, Valens is always able to turn it around. Every day we grow closer. His flirting is becoming impeccable and he must be learning my sense of humor too, because damn if that android can’t make me laugh.

  But I hardly think of him as an android really. I mean, I know that Valens is an android, but I guess what he is doesn’t matter so much as who he is. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as real and alive as I am. He’s definitely more than just circuit boards and programing. Sure, there are others who have differing views, but they can all go straight to hell. Because when Valens talks to me, when he comforts me, when he kisses me…I feel how real he is and there is nothing anyone could ever say to change my opinion of him.

  A week passes like that and I’ve explored bits of the ship here and there with Valens, but he still wants me to meet his friends. And…I think I’m ready for it.

  On one hand I’m nervous to go out to what sounds like a bar, where I’m going to be surrounded with aliens and technology—all of it a stark reminder of how far I am from home. But on the other hand, this feels like a big step in my relationship with Valens. I mean, other than the rest of the android race—who he says he doesn’t feel any particular connection to—his friends are the closest thing he has to family. And he wants to introduce me to them.

  Of course I know I’ve already met them all—sort of. I did wield a knife at them at least. But this is definitely something different. This is something big.

  That night, I put on one of th
e dresses Kayla and Vesi picked out for me and I take extra care to do my hair and makeup, wanting to make a good impression. When I step out of the bathroom, Valens is waiting.

  “Do I look okay? Is this 39th century appropriate?”

  “I am the wrong person to ask.”

  I roll my eyes. “Why? Because androids don’t care about fashion?”

  “No. Because I am always moved by your beauty,” he tells me, sidling close to put his hands on my hips.

  “If you want to meet your friends on time you’d better save the come-ons for later.”

  “I’m sure they won’t mind if we are a little late,” he says with a smile as he tugs me into his embrace.

  So far Valens and I have yet to up the ante on our sexual relationship. He seems more than content with spending the evening simply sharing kisses or—on more wild nights—pleasuring me with his hands and tongue. Taking things slow has been really nice, but I think I’m ready for more.

  I let Valens back me up to my table and then he lifts me, setting me atop. “Are you nervous?” he asks, his gray hand cupping my cheek.

  I smile and give a weak shrug. “I want to make a good impression. I mean, the only times they’ve ever seen me I was freaking out. Or naked—let’s not forget that Vesi has seen me naked. Not so easy to recover from a first impression like that.”

  “Vesi is a medic. She has seen many people naked.”

  “How many people have brandished scalpels at her?” I ask, my brow raised.

  “That might have been a first,” he concedes, looking down at me with amusement. “You know…if you’re nervous, the release of dopamine has been shown to have significant positive effects on one’s mood.”

  “Is that right?” I grin, feigning ignorance. “Can you remind me what types of things cause the release of dopamine?

  “I could always give you a demonstration,” he offers, his hands slinking up my thighs. I spread my legs for him.