by Elin Peer
Let him walk away. He thought you were a nuisance when you knew him. You had nothing in common back then and you have even less in common now, the rational part of me argued.
But then Marco looked up and I got a full view of the face that I’d spend hours studying in secret when I was younger. Back then he’d had stubble; now his beard was full, dark, short and trimmed. His nose was just wide enough to be perfect, and then there were those incredible golden eyes framed by thick black lashes. My stomach did a somersault and all impulse control momentarily left the building.
I had to see if he remembered me.
With my heart hammering I released my ponytail and let my fingers comb through my thick dark hair. I didn’t have a mirror, but the white camisole, long soft blue skirt, and sandals that I was wearing would have to do.
Stepping out into the hallway, I felt detached from my body when the crazy impulsive part of me walked to the test room and knocked on the door.
What are you doing? the rational part of me screamed. This is going to be so awkward for both of you. What are you even going to say to him? You were never good with people. Hurry back to the office before he sees you.
“Yeah?” Marco called from inside the room and looked up when I opened the door.
“Hey.” His smile grew when he saw me.
“Hey.” I smiled back, expecting Marco to say my name in recognition, but he didn’t.
“Did management take pity on me after all?” he asked with his shirt in his hand and waved me closer. “You’re not an old prototype though; I’ve never tested you before.”
He thinks I’m a robot.
It was so awkward that I didn’t know what to say.
Told you this was a mistake. He doesn’t have fond memories of you, because he doesn’t remember you at all. If he did, he’d recall that he used to call you Brainy and make fun of you.
While I stood hiding my disappointment behind a smile, Marco moved into my personal space and let his finger run down my bare shoulder. It sent shock waves down my spine.
Please remember me, I willed him, although logically, I knew it had been ten years and that as a late bloomer, my transformation into becoming a woman had happened after we had last met. I looked nothing like the child he had once known.
Say something, tell him you’re Shelly… come on, don’t just stand here with a stiff smile on your face.
“You want to have some fun with me?” he asked with a charming smile that left even the rational part of me in a puddle on the floor. I should have resisted when he pulled the strap of my camisole down over my shoulder. I should definitely have objected when he cupped my breast. Come on, Shelly, say your name, I urged with my inner voice, but when I opened my mouth to speak it was something else that came out.
“Does your wife know that you’re here?”
He looked up. “My wife? That’s an odd question.”
I kept my face passive, waiting for an answer.
“No. I’m not married.”
“You’re not?”
Marco looked like he just remembered something. “Wait, what I meant to say is that Gennie will soon be my ex-wife.”
He was a bad liar and rubbed his nose before muttering, “Anyway, I don’t want to discuss her.”
“Understood.”
Understood? Really? With that kind of robotic answer it was no wonder he didn’t think I was human.
“Good, then why don’t we focus on some more pleasurable things?” Marco took my hand and the craziest thought entered my head. I could have sex with Marco, right here and right now.
This might be my only chance.
It would just be an experiment.
No one would find out.
I rubbed my temple to clear my head from the craziness, but it didn’t help.
I wasn’t interested in a relationship with a man, but I was curious about sex, and the only man I’d ever felt physically attracted to was standing right here in front of me asking me to have sex with him.
With a racing heart I ignored all the alerts in my head.
Sure, this wasn’t how I’d imagined making love to Marco in my teenage fantasies, but in a way pretending to be a sex-bot had advantages, and my brain ran a quick analysis.
1: We could keep all emotions out of the sex and avoid any awkward conversations about the past.
2: This would be excellent research in terms of my natural woman sex-bot idea.
3: Marco would never have to know my real identity.
4: He came here for sex, and I would give him what he wanted as well as fulfilling one of my own desires. It would be a win-win situation and no one would get hurt.
After justifying it to myself, my decision was made. Smiling at him, I said, “We’re sorry about Mindy’s meltdown. On behalf of the management I’m here to offer you an upgrade.”
Marco gave me a quizzical smile. “Upgrade?” The way his eyes roamed down my body made me aware that I did not have the impossible measurements of a sex-bot.
“My name is Natura and I’m the next generation of sex-bots,” I lied. Natura was a very common name in the Motherlands and one that I had jotted down on my notes weeks ago.
“Pretty name,” Marco said and with a playful smile he walked over to the bed and stripped back out if his clothes before he threw himself on top of the blue sheets. “I’m intrigued,” he said and lifted himself to his elbows to study me.
Move seductively toward him, I ordered myself but my brain was currently busy just breathing and keeping that stupid smile plastered on my face. This was incredibly awkward.
“Tell me about your upgrades. What’s so special about you?” With a curious smile, he waved me closer.
I licked my lips and finally managed to walk slowly toward the bed. My impression of a sexy swagger became a clumsy hand on my hip and some stiff steps that would hardly impress any man.
“I’m… I’m the closest thing to a real female that has ever been created. For now I’m just a prototype and the testing of my functions wasn’t supposed to happen yet, but with Mindy’s breaking down, management decided to let you test me.”
“Lucky me.” Marco reached out to me. “Come here, I want to touch you.”
My heart was thumping full speed and my smile was a grimace when I stopped by the bed and took his outstretched hand.
“Sit,” he ordered and I quickly complied.
Up close Marco’s eyes were even more breathtaking, with those green specks mixed with the brown colors that I liked so much. He had a faded scar under his eye and one larger scar by his temple that hadn’t been there ten years ago, but one thing that hadn’t changed was his full lips that I had imagined kissing so often. When he smiled, one of his lower front teeth was a bit crooked – a detail I’d forgotten about him.
To me, Marco was still the most attractive man in the world.
“What was your name again?” he asked.
“Natu… Natura,” I stammered when he got up on his knees and started investigating me. With him naked and on his knees, a certain part of him came so close to my face that I had to close my eyes to avoid hyperventilating.
“You’re different,” he muttered. “You even flush red. Why would they make a sex-bot shy?”
Thinking fast, I came up with an answer. “That’s because of the virgin program that I come with.”
“The virgin program?” Marco lifted my long brown hair and sniffed the skin on my neck. “You smell good.”
“Thank you.”
His strong hands were searching my scalp and I knew he was looking for uneven surfaces. He was an experienced tester and knew weak spots were often hidden underneath the hair. With me he found none.
“Your hair looks and feels very natural, and your scalp is smooth.”
“That’s because I’m an upgrade. It’s real hair,” I assured him.
“Impressive.” He leaned closer and looked deeply into my eyes. “Wow, your pupils even dilate and contract. Someone has really done a good
job making you.”
I smiled and this time it was more genuine.
“The virgin program,” he muttered again and started undressing me. “Is that why you aren’t dressed in sexy lingerie? I’ve never seen a sex-bot with this many clothes on.”
“Yes. It’s part of the authentic experience of being with a real woman and getting to undress her.”
“What is the virgin program exactly?”
My design ideas helped me answer his question. “Ehm, I will learn as I partake in sexual activity, but since you’re my first… sex partner, I have no experience and will need you to teach me.”
“Fascinating.” Marco brushed his thumb over my fingernails. “Am I really the first to test you?”
“Yes.”
“What about the engineers? Haven’t they at least taken you for spin?”
“A spin?” I tilted my head. “The engineers that created me are female, and none of them have spun me around. Would you like me to spin for you?” I’d never observed any of the Nmen asking Mindy to spin for them, but if it turned Marco on, I was willing to do it.
He chuckled. “Never mind. You might not be the typical sex-bot, but your shyness is definitely a novelty and you’re cute.”
“Thank you. Also, management would appreciate if you kept this experience to yourself since my model isn’t supposed to be tested yet. Mindy is being fixed as we speak and she’ll return soon.”
“I can be discreet and I’m honored to be given this opportunity. Now lift your arms,” Marco instructed and removed my white camisole. “Huh!” he said and studied my breasts. “How odd.”
I felt humiliated and hurt by his reaction and instinctively covered myself with my hands, looking away. It was such a stupid plan. How could I have thought he would be interested in me when just down the street he had access to unlimited sex-bots with perfect dimensions, not to mention a variety of programs designed for his pleasure. Charlie had been right; Nmen preferred artificially improved sex-bots.
“Don’t do that,” Marco said and pulled at my hands. “Let me see you.”
“You don’t like what you see.”
“I do, I’m just surprised they made your tits this small.”
My breasts weren’t small. They were a normal handful but compared to sex-bots most women would seem small-breasted.
“Do they expand?” He cupped them as to feel their weight and squeezed my nipples, probably looking to see if there was a size regulator in them.
“No, they don’t expand. I told you, I’m meant to be like a real woman and real women come with breasts of all sizes.”
In his explorative state of mind, Marco leaned in and suckled on one of my nipples. The tingle that ran from my breast and down south made me jerk and give a small sound of surprise.
“You feel incredibly soft and I swear I felt…” He leaned in with his ear to my chest and stayed like that for a few seconds until he looked up again. “Shit, they even gave you a heartbeat.”
“Yes, and it speeds up and down depending on what I’m doing,” I explained.
“Kudos to the engineer who made you.” Marco’s eyes shone with excitement. “I’m really happy Mindy broke down today.”
“You are?”
“Open your mouth,” Marco instructed. When I did, he examined my mouth like a curious boy inspecting his new toy. “It looks completely real.”
“I know.”
“Can you retract your teeth when you do oral?”
“No, a normal woman doesn’t have retractable teeth.”
“Huh. Come here, I want to try something.” With excitement, he turned my head to his crotch. “Suck me.”
I was staring at his huge instrument and it was terrifying.
“Come on, Natura, just open your mouth and blow me,” he said and pressed his tip against my lips.
You wanted this, I reminded myself and opened my mouth a tiny bit.
“Open up wider,” he coaxed and grinned when I looked up at him. “That’s it, pretty girl, open your mouth and let me test how real you feel.”
It felt like he forced my jaw open with his insistent pushing and my eyes watered when he started rocking back and forth.
“Son of the Devil, you feel good.” He moaned and closed his eyes. “Good girl, take it all.” With a hand behind my neck he pressed his cock down my throat and thrust a few times before I broke free, coughing and heaving for air.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with deep frown lines on his face.
“You’re suffocating me,” I managed to say between two fits of coughing.
“You have to breathe?” Marco sat back on his haunches and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, it’s impressive that you’re so close to the real thing and all but giving you a gag reflex and the need to breathe, that’s just stupid. Who the fuck would do that?”
“That’s how real women are. They breathe, you know,” I defended myself.
“Yeah, fair enough, but you should record this in your log. First tester isn’t happy with gag reflex and your need to breathe. Those two functions should be suspended during oral. And adding teeth retraction would be great as well.”
“Noted,” I said dryly and drew a last deep breath through my nose before I felt all right again.
“Why don’t you take off your panties and let me inspect your pussy? Marco used a matter-of-fact tone.
After his last comment that he wasn’t happy, I didn’t feel like exposing more of my imperfect body. “Would you like to end the session? Maybe I could go and see if Mindy is ready for use.” I got up from the bed, grabbing my white camisole and walking toward the door.
“Hold it!” Marco called behind me. “I don’t want to end the session and you’ll come back here right now.”
With my eyes closed and my shoulders low, I returned, just like a robot would.
“Take off your panties,” he repeated and with mechanical movements, I tugged at them.
“Not like that,” he stopped me with a hand. “Play some music and dance for me.”
Shoot – all bots were connected to the sound system, but I wasn’t and on top of that I couldn’t dance.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not part of the virgin program.”
“Huh!” He scratched his short beard. “Then what is?”
“It’s recommended to make a virgin feel safe and be gentle with her,” I said, looking down.
“All right. So how do I do that?”
I hesitated before I answered. “Maybe stick to the basics and go from there.”
Marco sat quietly on the bed, and for a second I thought he’d lost interest in me, but then he got up to stand in front of me and lifted my chin. “How about we start with a kiss then?”
CHAPTER 4
Virgin Sex-Bot
Marco
The sex-bot’s eyes blew my mind. I’d always felt that eyes were the mirrors of people’s souls, so it confused the hell out of me that I was gazing into artificial eyes and reading emotions.
Natura was shy and uncertain – and it was all there in her eyes. I’d seen lifelike artificial eyes before but someone had worked wonders with this sex-bot, because she made me feel shit. The way she flushed red, stammered when she got nervous, and couldn’t look me in the eye when she was shy; I could fully imagine a young virgin would be just like that, and when she almost fled the room I had actually felt remorse for shoving my cock down her throat.
Over the last eight years, I had tested plenty of sex-bots, but to train one as I would train a woman spoke to my protective side. I indulged in the fantasy that she was real and smiled before I kissed her. At first she was tense but when I pulled back and gave her a smile, she relaxed a little.
“You said I’m your first tester. Will others get to test you later today?”
“No, it was only because you were already here. There were two other tests planned for Mindy today, and as protocol describes, they’ll be rescheduled.
“Does that mean we have no time limit?” I as
ked. “Can I keep you all night?”
Natura looked surprised. “I can’t confirm that. Your request has been directed to the management team.”
“Good. Tell them that I’m very disappointed Mindy is down and that I want to spend the night with you in compensation.”
“All right. Message sent.” Natura sounded a bit too monotone, so I made a comment for the log.
“Note to designer. Voice became robotic just now.”
Natura blinked and looked down.
“Hey.” I kissed her again and backed her to the bed while letting my hands move down her back. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “We’re going to take it slow and make love all night and I’ll leave your designers all my notes.”
She was quiet and let me push her gently down on the bed.
“Let me see how good a job they did with this part of you.” I smiled and slid my hands down her hips and thighs. “What the fuck?” I touched again and leaned in to see closer. “Is that tiny hairs on your thigh?”
Natura stiffened and watched me examine her.
“How is that possible?” The hairs were so fine and blond that they weren’t visible unless you looked closely. I blew on them and was fascinated with the way they lifted from her skin and how real it made her look. My eyes went to her arms and I saw it was the same thing. “Wait, I want to try something.” Getting out of bed I grabbed the pitcher with water, fishing out an ice cube.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to test something.” She didn’t protest when I placed the ice cube on her thigh and watched in fascination as her skin reacted, creating little goosebumps. “Incredible,” I breathed. “Your hair is real and your skin is real too, I don’t understand.
“My skin was grown from human tissue,” she clarified.
I narrowed my eyes. “Wow, I can’t believe that’s possible – is that even legal?”
“Of course; human skin is grown and used for transplants in case of traumas all the time. So far it’s been too costly to use on robots but I’m a prototype designed to test if the men of the Northlands are willing to pay a higher price for the experience of something close to human,” Natura explained. “I’m meant to be more than a sex-bot.”
