Title: Our Robot, Chapter One
Author: Nobilis
Summary: We meet Anne and Bill
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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This story is a work of fiction.  All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter One

Anne

Two men carried the heavy box up the steps of our townhouse.  On
the landing, they asked, "How about this one?  It's not labeled."
 I looked at it, puzzled.  In shape, it resembled nothing so much
as a large coffin - six and a half feet long, three feet wide,
two feet deep.  There were no markings on the outside except for
a bit of paper where a shipping label or something like it had
been torn off.

"Hm, it's not mine - put it in the study, my husband will know
what it is."  I put a bit of extra emphasis on the word
"husband," and a little smile crossed my face.  I liked the sound
of the word.

Later, when Bill returned home, I didn't ask about the box. 
There was simply too much unpacking, and it slipped my mind.  We
busied ourselves in the kitchen, getting the essentials put away,
or plugged in, or otherwise taken care of.  We made dinner
together, as we often do, and then set about getting the bed set
up.  We went to bed late, way too tired for sex.  It was the
first night since we got married that we hadn't.

Bill

I noticed the box in my study when I came home.  I recognized it,
of course.  I thought about bringing it up with Anne, but what
would I say?  I made a resolution to figure out how to bring up
the topic, and then promptly forgot about it.

I love cooking with Anne.  My kitchen in my old apartment was a
small galley kitchen, so if we were both in it at the same time,
we were always slipping past each other.  I love that.  I love
the sensual but not quite sexual touch of moving past a woman in
a tight spot.

In the morning, I tarried a bit too long over breakfast, and had
to dash out to make the monorail.

Anne

I wasn't angry that Bill ran out without giving me a kiss.  After
all, I had been making out with him over the breakfast cereal.

After he left, I unpacked my studio, which occupies half of the
spare room on the ground floor.  It doesn't have any windows, but
with the two-meter wallscreen for the computer, and my bookcases,
there wasn't really room for one anyways.  Add in the
climate-controlled cabinet for my guitars and harps, which Bill
had made me for my birthday, the recording equipment, and a couch
for listeners, and a stool for performers... the room was packed.

While I tuned up the instruments, my eye fell on the odd, oblong
box on Bill's side of the room.  I went over to it.  It was quite
out of place.  The rest of the boxes made sense for an amateur
writer like Bill - computer, monitor, and dozens of smaller boxes
full of books.  The long off-white plastic box was hinged,
sturdy, not a shipping box... a storage box.  What could be in
there?

Bill

When I got home, Anne asked me about the box over chicken
piccatta .

"That?  Oh, it's a robot."

"A robot?  I didn't know you had a robot."

"I got it when I was in graduate school," I said, hesitantly.  I
knew what was coming... I just couldn't get the whole story out.
If I delayed long enough...?  "It, uhh, did housework for me, my
last year, to give me more time for studying."

"...and gaming," added Anne, with a wink.  "I don't think you've
ever given that up."

I laughed, a little too loud.  "Well, yes, that too."  I wondered
if she saw how uncomfortable I was getting.

"Does it work?"

I made a puzzled face  "Well, yes, it ought to.  At least, it did
when I put it away.  It'll need recharging."

"Bill... there's a lot of work to do around here, and if we have
a robot, I certainly want to use it.  With your schedule, you
don't have time to help, and you know me.  The less housework I
have to do, the better."

I paused, shrugged, and exhaled.  "I'll go plug it in."  I
returned a few minutes later.  "It'll be all charged up in three
hours."

"Does it have a manual?"

"Not anymore. It's voice-activated, and advanced enough to
understand normal English, relating to its duties."

I started to clean up the dinner dishes.  Anne stopped me.

"Let's leave that to the robot," she said.  She smothered my
reply with a long, passionate kiss.  Putting the plate back on
the table I embraced her.  I was glad to have a distraction.

Anne

Bill was getting really tense and nervous.  I didn't know what
was causing it.  Maybe it had something to do with that box in
the office, but I knew what would make things better.

I put my hands around his waist, pulled his shirt up out of his
pants, and ran my hands up under it.  He bent over me to kiss my
lips.  I opened my mouth to accept his seeking tongue.  Bill's
fingers found the zipper of my dress.  I said, "Mmm-hmm" into his
mouth, answering some unspoken question.  He slid his hand down,
and popped the snap on my bra.  He left both my dress and my bra
in place, and slid his left arm across my shoulders and down the
neck of my dress, and touched my left nipple with his fingertips,
all while still kissing me.  He's got wonderfully long arms.  My
nipple was already tightening.  He broke the kiss and slid around
behind me, and put his arms through the wide armholes of my dress
to caress my breasts.

I reached behind me to unbuckle his belt, unsnap his trousers,
and unzip his fly.  Still behind my back, I reached into his
jockeys and stroked his hardening cock.  We rocked side to side,
together.  I sighed.

Bill

Once I was good and hard, Anne pulled me over to our armless
rocker in the living room.  I let her sit me down on it.  She
stood for a moment, facing me, while she hitched up the sides of
her dress and pulled down her panties.  Stepping out of them, she
straddled my body, facing me, then lowered herself down onto my
cock, guiding me into her slippery slot with her fingers.  I drew
a deep breath and purred.

We rocked gently that way for a while, and then Anne started
moving up and down.  I put my hand up under her dress, to stroke
her clit with my thumb.  Anne gripped my shoulders and arched her
back.  Her orgasm shook her gently, and she let out a series of
groans through clenched teeth.

Face flushed, she flung off her dress and finally offered her
body to my hungry eyes.  I gently took her tits in my hands, with
her fat, protuberant nipples between my thumb and forefinger. 
This sent her into a new, stronger paroxysm, which put me over
the edge, in a growling orgasm of my own.  When it had passed,
she leaned against me and kissed my neck.  When my dick softened
enough to slip out, we got up and went to the bathroom to clean
up, me nearly entirely clothed and she completely naked.

Anne

I slipped into the large, glass-walled shower and started washing
the dust and sweat from the day's activities from my hair and
skin, while Bill undressed.  By the time he stepped in, I was
mostly clean, but that didn't stop him from making certain.  He
slid up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, right hand
slipping down into my thick forest of pubic hair, left hand
lathering up the soap on my breasts.  He caressed me slowly, with
broad, bubbly strokes.  I put my hands on his, and stroked his
arms.  When his erection started to return, nudging me gently on
the behind, I cooed, "Ooh, instant replay," and turned around to
face him, my nose up under his chin.  "Are you all clean?"

"I'm very, very dirty," he said.

I soaped up my hands and grasped his penis with interlaced
fingers.  "Filthy."

"Are you going to help me come clean?"

I started jerking Bill gently, with my thumbs laid side-by-side
on the top of his cock.  "I'll help you cum.  Whether or not
you'll be clean is a matter for debate."  I chuckled low in my
throat.

When the soap rinsed away, I leaned over and put my lips around
the tip of his cock, and gave it a big sloppy kiss.  He let out
an appreciative moan.  Gradually, I opened my mouth, admitting
more and more of his cock.  I took it in as far as I could.

Bill

I leaned back against the shower wall.  Anne followed me,
kneeling on the shower floor, and started fellating me in
earnest.  I gently laid my hands on her head and followed her
movements as she worked up a rhythm.  My breathing quickened, I
gasped a few times, and a jolt of cum shot into her mouth.  She
turned away, as she always did, and the rest of the load shot
over her shoulder and down her back.  She smiled and moved back
into the stream of water to rinse off, then hopped out of the
shower.  Wrapping a towel around herself, she said, "Meet me
downstairs.  I want to have a look at the robot."

I washed up as quickly as I could.  I needed to be there when she
opened the box, dammit!  But I was still all wobbly from the
blowjob.  I found her in the study, with the lid off the box,
regarding the robot in silence.  Her lips were pursed, and her
arms were crossed over her chest.

End Chapter One






  
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