Title: Our Robot, Chapter Twelve
Author: Nobilis
Summary: Phone Call, Finally
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Twelve

Anne

I ran into the bedroom and picked up the receiver.  "Bill?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't call you earlier, honey.  Why are you on
audio?"

"Oh, I'm on the bedroom phone.  I'll be right down."  I put down
the receiver and ran down to the studio.  I turned on the
wallscreen and sat in Bill's office chair.  I'd have sat on the
couch, given what we were planning to be up to, but it was
against the same wall as the wallscreen.

Bill was lying on a hotel bed, on his side, facing the camera. 
He was dressed in his best pajamas, a t-shirt and boxers set I
had bought him last year.  He smiled at me and said, "Decided to
get a head start?"

"What?"

"Your shirt."

I looked down... "Oh... well," I smiled.  "I was getting
lonely..." Was I lying?  Was it longing for Bill that had fueled
my strange attraction for Tootsie?  The question sank into the
back of my skull like an anchor.

He smiled back.  "How was your concert?"

"The concert!  Oh, it was great!  Everything went very smoothly,
and Dave asked me up on stage afterwards for a duet for his
encore.  I got lots of great emails from the fans, too."

"Great!  Your career is taking off, Anne.  I'm so happy for you."

"How's Tokyo?"

"Oh, it's a mess... the infighting here is worse than I've ever
seen it.  But I think I can get it straightened out.  I think I
can get around this guy, Rabazugai who's the root of the
trouble."

"Will you be back soon?"

"As soon as I can, love.  I'll know more tomorrow."  He paused. 
"I - have to make a confession."  I knew from his expression that
he was serious.

"What happened?"

Bill took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. 
"Well, Rabazugai - he took me to this club last night..."

"I don't care if you got a little drunk, Bill."

Bill held out a hand, fingers splayed.  "No, please - wait, and
let me finish."  I sat back, trying to look forgiving. 
"Rabazugai brought me to a robot club.  They have these robots,
and the people who go there play control games.  I had to play
along to have some time with Rabazugai's translator, to get
things set up to outmaneuver Rabazugai."

"Play along?"

"Anne, I - I used one of the robots there - in the club -
sexually."  He looked down.

I let some of my irritation color my voice.  "Must have been
fun."

"Please, Anne - I wanted to tell you so..."

"Bill, I can't believe you did this to me!"

"I didn't want to hurt you, Anne, I "

"No, now YOU let me finish."  I stood up.  "I didn't like this
trip, you KNOW I don't like the thought of you with a robot, and
now you just want me to listen to it and forgive you?"  I felt my
heart hammering in my chest.

"I, uh..."  A strange look came over him.  He was looking past
me.  I turned around.

Grace was there, standing in the studio doorway, with a towel
wrapped around her waist.  She smiled and waved.  "Eloquent as
usual, I see, Bill," she said.

"What - what's going on?" he said.

Grace said, "Anne was just going to explain that she's got a
confession of her own to make."

"Grace!"

"Better explain, Anne, because his imagination is way ahead of
you."

I turned back to the wallscreen.  Confusion, anger and curiosity
were dancing across his face.

"Bill, I -" I sighed.  "Grace wanted me to show her how Tootsie
worked."

"Oh?" he said, trying to look forgiving and accepting.

"In exchange for helping out with a - legal matter."

"LEGAL matter?  You want a divorce.  Anne, no, please..."




"No!  No, it's not that.  Let - let me start from the beginning.
There's this - guy - he sent a note backstage after the concert,
he called my cell on the way home from the gig, and he sent me a
really creepy email."

"And Grace is helping take care of him?"

"Yeah.  She's going to send a letter to him on her firm's
letterhead, to tell him that I'm not interested, and that he
should leave me alone.  If he persists, she can help me get a
restraining order."

Bill sighed.  "That's a relief, I think."  He paused for a few
seconds, then asked, "And all this is to pay Grace back for her
help?"

"I know what this looks like - Grace and I haven't had sex. 
She's been fooling around with Tootsie."

"You've got your shirt off."

I couldn't think of anything to say.  I'm sure I just stood there
and looked stupid.

"You were going to.  I interrupted you before you could join
them."

I looked down.  "I don't know what got into me."

"Anne... Anne, look at me."  His voice was soft, almost too soft
for the connection to pick up.

I looked up again.  I could feel tears welling up.

"Do you love me any less than you did yesterday?"

"No... of course not."

"I don't love you any less either."  He smiled.  "Anne, You have
a sexbot.  Since you didn't get rid of it right away, I figured
that some part of you wanted to explore it, find out what it's
all about.  I've also seen you with Grace, and I've seen the way
you two flirt together."

I started to sob.

"Anne, it's alright.  Dammit, if I were there I'd give you a big
hug.  I. Don't. Mind.  I don't love you any less for it and I'm
not disappointed.  Accept that you're a horny little wench and
have some fun."

"I feel like I'm rejecting you."

"Then you can tell me about your exploits afterwards.  You know
how I love it when you tell me stories.  It'll spice up the
camsex."

I didn't know what to think.  He was as much as telling me to
have an affair with Tootsie, and even Grace!

"I can't deny that I've had these - feelings - but Bill, I vowed
to be faithful."

"Anne, you're not going to fall in love with a robot, and as for
Grace... well, I know her well enough.  She's not in love with
you, she just likes breaking down the defenses of women who think
they're strictly straight.  Right, Grace?"

I looked over my shoulder at Grace.  She shrugged, and says,
"What can I say?  He's a very perceptive man."

Bill sat up, crossing his legs in front of him.  "So if you want
to have some fun with Tootsie and Grace, it's fine with me.  I'd
be a fine hypocrite if I didn't, given what happened at the club
last night.  I know you're not going to leave me for either of
them."

I felt Grace's hand on my shoulder.  She whispered in my ear. 
"You know... I'd bet he'd really love to see you with Tootsie,
right here, right now."

I swallowed hard and blushed.

"She's quite good at what she does, you know.  Not as good as a
real woman, but she'll do in a pinch."

I looked up at Bill.  He licked his lips quickly, and swallowed.
His fingers went to his chin in a familiar gesture I had seen him
make when he was nervous or excited.  The fire in my loins hadn't
really gone out, and Bill and Grace were fanning the embers.  An
erection was beginning to be visible in his pajamas.

"Bill - I don't know..."

"Anne, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.  If
you're uncomfortable, send Grace home, shut Tootsie off, put her
up for auction, and we'll buy an ordinary housebot."

I sighed.  "I don't want that, Bill.  I - I like having Tootsie
around."

"Why?"

Grace backed off a little, but I could feel her still standing
behind me.

"Why do you like having Tootsie around?"

"I don't know!  I don't know - I'm fascinated.  It's like she's
got some kind of hold on me."

"She doesn't have a hold on you, Anne.  Tootsie is just a robot.
Anything you're feeling, comes from inside you.  Those feelings
are yours."  He took a deep breath.  "I can see this is a bit too
much for you right now.  I'll call you back tomorrow, okay? 
Think about it.  Sleep on it."

I looked into Bill's eyes and saw concern and regret.  "No, Bill.
 Please.  I need you.  I miss you, don't go."

Grace said, "Why don't you work off some tension, hon... I'll get
Tootsie straightened out and get back to work.  I'll call you in
an hour... or two.  Mind if I borrow some clothes?"

"Yeah, go ahead Grace."

I heard Grace close the door behind me.

"Anne, darling, are you sure you want to do this now?"

"Bill, I'm so hungry for you I could scream.  I want to - I want
to crawl right through the line and be with you, right now."

"Seems to me I've heard that line before."

He had.  I had said it many times during the early days of our
online relationship.

"We can't touch each other now, Anne, but we can be together.  Do
you remember how we used to get started?"

I nodded.  I licked my lips.  Those sessions we had, in spite of
the distance, they were still arousing.  The anticipation, the
longing - it was flooding back.

"I'll never forget," I said, "That we always started with you
already naked."

"Oh!  Right."  He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside,
then rocked back and slipped off his boxers.  He took up a new
pose, with his legs spread, leaning back on his elbows.  His
erection bounced a little as he settled down.  "Okay, I'm ready."

"And then, I'd slowly strip down for you."

"While you told me about the sexy things that had happened since
the last session."

"Oh, God, Bill - I don't - do you really want me to tell you
everything?"

"Yes.  Yes, I do.  I think it's really hot that you've been
fooling around with Tootsie and I want to hear every detail."

I flushed some more.  "Okay, well - you asked for it.  It started
when I put Tootsie in the shower to clean her off.  What with
cleaning everything else, I had forgotten to have her clean
herself.  I..."

"Don't forget to strip down, too, Anne.  That's part of it."

"Oh - right."  I started slipping my sweatpants down.  The line
of dark spots from Tootsie's fluid were still there.  Had Bill
seen?  I tried to ignore them.  "Tootsie started washing and -
touching herself.  I started to get aroused, but I left before
anything - happened."

It felt good to tell Bill about this... especially since it was
arousing him.  He had shifted position slightly, and was stroking
his penis with light touches.

I reached back and unhooked my bra.  "Then, today, Grace came
over and wanted to explore Tootsie.  After we had lunch, she
stripped off Tootsie's clothes and started masturbating her."

I slid the bra off my shoulders and dropped it.  My nipples
advertised the temperature in the room - or maybe it was how
aroused I was.  "I told her it wasn't good to stimulate Tootsie
while she was standing up, so we moved to the living room couch.
Grace gave Tootsie a vibrator, and Tootsie made herself orgasm
with it."

"Wow... that's hot."  Bill was stroking more earnestly now, but I
knew he'd hold off as long as it took.

I slipped my panties down and kicked them onto the couch, and
then hopped up on my stool.  "Then I told her about the different
kinds of orgasms that Tootsie was programmed for... or was that
earlier?  Anyways, Grace..."

"Different kinds of orgasms?"

"Yeah.  Tootsie has three modes.  You didn't know that?"

"I never read the manual."  I filed that little piece of
information away.

"So Grace wanted to see the 'Japanese' orgasm.  She sat in front
of Tootsie and worked the vibrator, and when she orgasmed, she
shot lubricating fluid all over Grace's face and chest."

"I'm sorry I missed that."

"Then Grace brought Tootsie upstairs for a shower.  And that's
when you called."

"Did that turn you on?"

I took a deep breath.  "Yeah, it did."

"Show me how turned on you are."

I spread my legs a bit, just touching my feet to the floor.  I
ran my hand through my pubic hair, dipping down into my vulva. 
The odor of my sex permeated the air as my fingers opened my
nether lips.  My fingers glided around, slowly, making little
squelching sounds.  "Can you hear that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can hear it."

"I'm sopping wet."  I slicked my fingers around some more, and
then dipped them down into my vagina.  I saw that Bill had
started stroking in earnest, the fingers of his right hand
wrapped lightly around his cock.  It was starting to get a little
darker in color.

"Are you getting really hard?"

"Yeah - not all the way yet, but I'm getting there."

I took one of my breasts in my other hand and squeezed it for
him, making my nipple pop out a little, between my thumb and
forefinger.  "Sometimes I wish my breasts were big enough that I
could suck on them," I said.

Bill hmm'ed noncommittally.

"Of course, I could just suck on Tootsie's, couldn't I?"

He moaned an assent.

"I could just walk up to her," I said, thrusting my fingers into
my vagina and pinching my nipple lightly, "and I could say,
'Tootsie, take off your shirt, please,' and she'd take it off." 
I swallowed lightly and took a deep breath.  "I could say,
'Tootsie, hold up your breasts, please,' and she'd hold them up
for me.  She'd hold up those huge, perfect breasts for me, and
I'd lean over just a little so I could suck on those big, perfect
nipples."

Bill groaned louder.  He was pulling hard on his cock now.  I
watched him masturbating, fiercely trying to match his strokes
with my own.

"Then, when - ah - when I have her good and hot, I could take off
- no - I could say, 'Tootsie, take off my shirt, please,' and
she'd pull my shirt off over my head - and - and then - and then
- oh - I could say, 'Tootsie, suck on my nipple, please' and -
mmm - she'd bend over and start sucking on my nipple - and -
while she's bent over - I - I could squeeze her big - her great
big beautiful boobies - I could squeeze them in my hands - and -
oohh!"  An orgasm crashed over me like I hadn't felt for months.
My eyes closed but I could hear Bill moaning as he let himself go
as well.

When I looked up, he had semen dribbled in thick ropes up his
chest, under his chin, and up onto his face!  He must have had a
very intense orgasm, as well.

As the fog of orgasm faded I couldn't help but laugh.  Bill
started wiping the thick goo out of his eyes and started laughing
too.  "I guess this is my signal to take a shower."

"Can I watch?"

"Hm, no, honey, I don't think it's a good idea... this is a work
laptop, and I don't think it's waterproof.  The steam might
damage it."  He got up and walked out of the camera's line of
sight.

"Awww..."

"Tell you what, I'll get a remote cam today and you can watch me
shower tomorrow morning."

"I can't wait."

He came back into view, closer, wiping off the worst of the
'spill' with a wet washcloth.  "I love you darling... I'll see
you tomorrow morning."

"I love you too."

Bill cut the connection.  I had a bit of cleaning up to do, too.
My 'lubricating fluid' was running down my thigh.  I got a
washcloth and cleaned off the stool, and then wiped myself off a
bit as well.

Suddenly I was struck by all the things I had said while I was
masturbating for Bill.  The alarmed voice of my conscience was
still there, but instead of feeling shocked, I was excited and
aroused.  I finally knew what I really wanted.


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End Chapter Twelve


  
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