The Last Fembot by KT McColl

Author:KT McColl [McColl, KT]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: The Blue Shelf
Published: 2017-11-03T06:00:00+00:00

I stood in the kitchen and Jessie appeared like I knew she would. I wondered how she passed her time when I was away. Did she just go dormant? Did she pine for me? Were her hours long or was time nothing?

We looked at each other and something passed between us, something I recognized. Need. Hunger. I couldn't imagine that such subtlety could be programmed. Maybe she was a mirror, reflecting my own need back to me. Without a word, she approached and wrapped me in her arms. After a minute or so, I reciprocated.

There was comfort in her embrace, like a remembered childhood blanket.

At that moment, I didn't care that she was a robot; she was warm and seemed to understand. She held me in her arms and said nothing, granting me an embrace when more wasn't immediately wanted and less would have been nothing.

I made the first move, plucking absently at her blouse, untucking it from her skirt to feel the skin beneath. Warm and silken. I held my palm to the small of her back, waiting for the rebuff that I would have expected had she been anyone else. It didn't happen. Touching her, the feel of her against my hand, awakened a distant memory, when something as simple as the touch of skin could be good and without consequence.

At the touch, she pressed against me. Nothing overt, but subtle, like she wanted this too. Maybe she did. Maybe she was programmed to need it, and at that moment, it didn't matter that it was programmed. What mattered is that it felt right.

I unzipped her skirt and she shifted to allow it to fall to the ground, her thighs rubbing against mine as she did so. My hand drifted down from her back to the smooth curve of her ass, kneading it, trailing a finger along the cleft.

She murmured something I didn't quite catch.

I wanted her naked. I needed her naked. Had I taken a moment to think about it, I might have recognized the selfishness of the need to possess something when everything else had been taken away.

Easing my fingers into the front of her blouse, I pulled it apart, sending buttons popping and skittling across the floor. Her eyes widened in surprise and I took a step back, breathing heavily, surprised too.

With the faintest of smiles, she reached behind her back and moved to unclip her bra. "I can get another blouse," she said. "Bras like this aren't so easy."

I could understand. I hadn't seen the like before. This one was more form than function and I didn't want to see it go.

"Leave it," I said.

Her eyebrow quirked and her hands dropped to her sides. "Really?"

"For now."

"Alright."

My fingers traced the scalloped line where lace met skin and I marveled as my fingers brushed her nipples, feeling them respond to my touch. She stood still and expectant as I explored her, running my touch from her breasts down her torso, brushing the area between her legs, graced with the same delicate fabric that covered her breasts.

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