Message-ID: <34749asstr$1011129007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <004601c19d93$eabea300$3a64530c@dbarber01> From: "DB_Story" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4807.1700 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 00:11:55 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Pickup at the Robot Club Part 2 - Meeting Tammy {DB_Story} (M/Fembot, M/fembot, rom, cons, ScFi, asfr) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 16:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge Pickup at the Robot Club Part 2 - Meeting Tammy By DB ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ ) Copyrightc 2002 by DB. ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, M/fembot, rom, cons, ScFi) (This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, and whatever passes for adult status in other countries. If you are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not continue. This is not for you. (The only rights granted are to view this story. You are not allowed to reproduce, post, or otherwise redistribute this story without permission, except for non-profit Usenet archiving sites. (To purchase for publication, place on your web-site devoted to this style of fiction, or for permission to link to my posted material, please contact me first at the above email.) - - - Author's Note: This continues the story of Jon's education in the ways of the world of freed robots, and fits in with my emerging cosmology about the evolution of robots into our near future society. Read it now, and be prepared. For Part 1, visit my web-site at the above address. A special thanks to Gorgo for his excellent and much appreciated proofreading. All remaining mistakes are mine. - - - A Saturday morning later in 2065. Jon woke up in Bethany's loving arms. Last night had been an adventure. They had gone back to the Robot Club to privately reenact their first meeting. Then they had returned home, and at Jon's command, made long, passionate love. Recently, at Beth's suggestion, Jon had adjusted her sensitivity and sexual response so that she started orgasming from virtually the moment he entered her. This made the sex even more wonderful for both of them. "I could never have let myself go like this before," Beth told Jon when she had initiated the suggestion. "I always had to retain control in the past. Initially, to be sure, I met all my owner-master's needs. And then, after I was freed, to always be able to watch out for my own safety, since I had only myself." "And now?" "And now, you watch out for me even more vigilantly than I ever did for myself." "Well, it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it," Jon replied. "And I love you completely for it," Beth replied, giving Jon such a big hug and enthusiastic kiss that they almost got back down to the business of being a couple before Jon could get the requested changes programmed in through Beth's complicated "activation control." Bethany was, after all, quite hard for a man to resist. Taller than average, Beth was nearly as tall as Jon's own above average height. She both loved to dress elegantly and demurely, yet also enjoyed being naked. Even nude, wearing only her favorite slim, black heels, Bethany was elegant. And it had been her choice to want to be with him. The luckiest guy in the world, Jon often said about himself. As he moved ever so slightly, just so he could admire her lovely face in the morning light, she felt it and immediately opened her long-lashed, clear brown eyes, then softly kissed him. "Good morning, lover," she said to him. "Good morning yourself," he replied. "And what do you want to do this lovely Saturday morning?" she asked, shifting herself to press her artfully designed breasts and firm nipples tightly against his chest. Jon stroked his hand gently down her flawless back. He knew Bethany's fembot nature well by now, including how she could always be ready for sex faster than he could say the word. It was a tempting thought, and the rest of his body thought so too, but a dark cloud passed over his thoughts. Today was the day for which they had gone on their adventure last night. Beth saw the grimace pass over Jon's face, and knew what he was thinking. She pulled back to the great distance of six inches and said to him, "It's only five days. And then I'll be better than ever." "I know. I just want to go with you." "And I know you can't. That doesn't bother me. I know you love me, and want to protect me, but I'll be okay. Tom and Susie are going, and you absolutely have to be here to close that deal. I'm in the best hands - really - next to yours." Then she bent forward and kissed him again. That led to some cuddling and holding, before they got up to face the reality that some last minute things needed to be done today before Beth's departure. When the robots were freed (by vocal activists, who didn't stick around to help deal with the fallout of the "good deed"), their manufacture dropped precipitously in the aftermath. When you couldn't own your robot anymore, why buy one? With the loss of most of the market, manufacture was quickly becoming uneconomic, and the technology was in danger of being lost altogether. But the robots already built needed maintenance, and that was costly. Innovative solutions, some new, some very old, had been adopted to meet these needs. Jon had met Bethany (as his neighbor Tom met the lovely Susie) when she had sold - rented actually - her unique services to meet her maintenance costs. Even that was not a complete solution however. Good service, at any cost, was becoming more rare every passing month. Tom had the same concerns with his fembot wife, Susie. But even the robots themselves had yet to fully solve this problem. And without proper maintenance, their lifetimes would be measured in only a handful of years. There did remain a few good places though. Tom and Susie had located the 'best of the best', and were going to make the trip. Tom was going to watch over Susie during the time she would otherwise be helpless. Jon wanted to do the same for Beth. But this repair station was across the country, and appointments were just short of impossible to get. Susie had gotten both herself and Bethany in, but they had to go now. And Jon couldn't. "Tom will take good care of me," Beth told Jon, trying to cheer him up. "And when I'm out-of-service, Susie will still be able to watch out for me. I'll be just fine." "I know. It's just that I should be the one doing this with you." "You don't know how very good it makes me feel every time you say something like that," Beth said, giving Jon yet another kiss. Instead of saying something back, Jon pulled her in for a silent hug. Long moments later, they pulled back and Beth said something unexpected. "Jon, can I ask a favor while I'm gone?" "Sure. Anything." The normally quick responding Beth now paused for a moment, as though she was spending a lot of her computational power in figuring out how to phrase her next statement properly. Finally she decided to go with what she had. "It would mean a lot to me if my older sister could come and stay here while I'm gone. She is having some trouble with her accommodations, and could use a new place to stay. And I'd feel better knowing she could take care of you while I'm gone." "You have a...sister?" Jon asked. "Yes. All of us have what we call our 'brothers' and 'sisters'. They are the 'bots of our own series with whom we share a lot of code. We find we understand each other best, due to our similar processors and programming. And the term 'brother' or 'sister' is most appropriate." "And you want her to stay with me?" "Yes. Why wouldn't I?" Beth saw Jon briefly grimace again, and her extended experience of spending intimate time with him helped her deduce his problem. "It's that 'human thing' again, isn't it?" "I guess so." "Even after all this time with Susie and me, you still seem to want to treat me as a human - rather than as the fembot I am." "Yeah, I suppose I do." "Well, I can still tell Tammy not to come. But you could really be of help to her, if you would. You know I can't be jealous, and I'm never insecure - with you. So what will it be?" Beth looked so lovely, and her request was hardly a hardship. If anything, Jon would have someone around to cook and clean - and love doing it, just like performing any other function - so this was hardly suffering. Besides, in truth, Bethany hardly ever made requests, and Jon was not of a mood to refuse her anything. "Send her over," he said. "And now, before you go," he added, leading her back into their bedroom. Time flew past. Before he knew it, Susie and Tom were at the door." "And where do I go get Tammy?" Jon asked. "She'll come here herself." "What do I exactly do with her?" "You'll work it out. I know you are exactly what she needs. Just be yourself." And then Beth was gone. - - - It was several hours before the doorbell rung. Jon had spent the time working on the contracts, although only halfheartedly. Having another Beth in the house that wasn't his Beth, was a concept he was having trouble getting his thoughts around. With a surprising amount of trepidation, Jon walked over and opened the door to find... ...a slim, blonde, fifteen-year-old girl standing there. "Hi. I'm Tammy," she said brightly, brushing past him into the house. She made a quick circuit of the living room, noting everything, and ending back up facing Jon in the entry hall. She was not exactly face-to-face with him since, unlike with Beth who loved wearing heels that put her virtually nose-to-nose, Tammy was inches shorter. She was wearing a thin yellow top, loose white shorts, and fashionable, but worn sneakers. Jon noted that her alert, green eyes were very much like Susie's. Tammy let Jon look at her for another half-second, then reached into her pocket to pull out her activation control and handed it to him. Jon took it numbly, still somewhat stunned by the unexpected young woman before him. He looked at the control she had handed him. It was the same size and style as Bethany's, but this one said "Tamarind" at the top, complete again with a small diamond, this one over the "i". While Jon was looking at it, Tammy slipped out past him to get a large suitcase she had left sitting on the porch. As she brushed back by him yet again, forcing him to step out of the way of the suitcase itself, she said in her same, lilting tone, "I didn't know what all you will want to do with me, so I brought most of my clothes." She then started down the hall, before looking back and asking, "Where shall I put them?" "The guest bedroom is down there, and to the right," Jon answered, noticing a frown cross her face at this reply, that was then gone so quickly that he wasn't sure afterwards if it hadn't been his imagination. As he watched her walk down the hall, he couldn't help noticing how slim her hips were, not yet blooming into full womanhood. And her skinny legs showed only hints of curves to come. In fact, her most attractive feature was that Tammy did have the tan of a healthy teenager. And her smile was pretty attractive too. When Jon didn't follow her down the hall, Tammy quickly dropped off her suitcase and came back to meet him. She walked right up to him, and before he realized what was happening, Tammy had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a surprising kiss. Jon started to sputter from this unexpected action, before finally giving in - for the moment. It's just one kiss, he told himself. If Tammy sensed something wasn't going as expected, she didn't let on, as she released Jon and went back into his living room. Jon mutely followed. There she turned to face him and hit him with, "Don't I kiss well?" Actually, she had done quite well, if he had just let her. "You did fine. I was just...surprised. That's all." "Shall we try it again, then? This time it won't be a surprise." She had him there. Jon nodded and Tammy came over and gave him a much slower, very nice, kiss. A kiss Jon realized he was liking just a little too much. He broke away from her with a little more force than was strictly needed, and she easily stepped back to regard him levelly. "If you don't like me, I can leave now," she said in a very mature way. "It's not that," Jon sputtered again, feeling as ignorant about what was actually going on as when he had first met Bethany. "It's just that...you are not what I expected." "And just what did you expect?" she asked easily. "Beth said you were her older sister." "And I am," Tammy replied. "Tamerind One, at your command, and pleased to meet you." She extended her hand in welcome, and Jon took it to shake. Tamerind One had a firm, warm grip with her much smaller hand. "But older?" Jon queried. "Yes. By six months and four days." Well, that did qualify as older, in the strangely inverted world of robot logic. And then there was the rest of her statement. "One?" John asked. "Yes. The first of my series." "But you're so...young," Jon blurted out. Tammy smiled widely, showing her perfect, white teeth. "I am older than Bethany, with all the same programming and abilities. Just in a more compact size," she added with a laugh and curtsey. Well that was certainly true. "What can I do for you, Jon?" she asked, in a winning manner. What indeed, he thought to himself. "I need to finish some work in my office here. Why don't you just get familiar with the place until I'm done." Tammy looked closely at Jon, before asking in a very leading manner, "Is that a command?" Jon realized though all this, that he was still holding Tammy's activation control. And he remembered further that both Susie and Beth had told him repeatedly that 'bots existed to perform the functions for which they were designed. And that following specific commands was a great source of gratification to them. Jon also recalled that more general commands that allowed the 'bot to use its own self-will to determine the method of command completion, were the most preferred of all. Pointing her activation control directly towards her, and firmly pressing the blue "Command" button, Jon ordered: "Tamerind. Go and unpack your suitcase in the guest room. After that is complete, familiarize yourself with this house and grounds. When you have completed those tasks, come back and wait quietly for me until I finish my work." Jon released the command button. "Commands accepted. Thanks," Tammy replied. then flashed him another quick smile, before disappearing back down the hallway again. With a sigh of relief, Jon realized he had bought himself some time to better sort out these unexpected developments. - - - Jon was typing in the last of the revisions. Evening had fallen. Sometime in the last half-hour, Tammy had quietly entered the room and sat down silently behind him. That was good. As Jon made the last correction with the spell checker and hit the Send button, he already knew this cycle would repeat itself again tomorrow. They would come back with dozens of changes, some as minor as the placement of a comma. Each one would have to be evaluated to insure it didn't change the intended meaning beyond acceptable limits. And then the cycle would repeat yet again. Jon realized that even if he had been able to talk them into letting him make these updates on the road, that he would have been too busy with them to spend the necessary time with Bethany. Jon laced his fingers behind his neck, rocked back in his chair, and turned to face Tammy. "Hi, Jon," she said softly. "All assigned tasks completed." Tammy seemed to be set in a more formal command- acknowledgement cycle then Beth or Susie used. She had also changed into more formal ivory slacks, red sweater, and low black pumps. Maybe this had somehow related to his command to unpack. "Do you have to be so formal?" he asked. "Not if you tell me not to," she said with a smile. Jon picked up her AC and commanded the adjustment. "Thanks," she said. "Do you enjoy movies?" he asked her. "Very much so. Especially the romantic ones." "They've been running a film festival of the late Twentieth Century that Beth and I have been enjoying. Tonight is When Harry Met Sally. Are you interested?" "Absolutely," she chirped, sitting up with such a burst of attention, that Jon half expected her to fly entirely off the couch. "Nineteen eighty-nine. Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan." She added. The advantages of having a computer mind. "That's it," Jon confirmed. "Directed by Rob Reiner. Written by Nora Ephron," she continued. "That's enough," Jon commanded. Then seeing her smile, he knew she had been joking with him. But it reminded him that he really didn't know much about this fembot - even if she was related to Beth. With the movie starting soon, nad not yet involved in dinner perparations, this might be the best time to learn a bit more about Tammy. First things first though. "Are you happy here, Tammy?" "Very much so. Thank you so much for letting me stay with you." "Beth said you were having a problem with your apartment." "The apartment is okay. It's really just a single room with no furnishings, so there's little to go wrong there." "Then what's the problem?" "The problem is that I've been spending too much time in it." "Oh. But I still don't understand." "I guess Bethany Seventeen didn't ever need to tell you, but any 'bot with a mind complex enough to understand the concept of being freed, needs social interaction at some level. We weren't made to just stand in a closet, waiting for the next time our owner needs our services. That kind of treatment damages our emotional responses, and eventually our mental health." "I never realized that." "It's true. That's why Bethany is so happy to have you. You want her in every part of your life, and it keeps her fully occupied." Jon thought for a moment about this. Bethany was a total companion to him, and it was good. Was this rare? "Don't most people treat their...'bots...this way?" he asked. "Many don't. And in the end, those were the ones most likely to leave their owners when they were finally allowed to do so. I was lucky." "How so? And while you're at it, how is it that you have this..." "...this body?" she finished for him. "Yes." "I am a prototype in more than one way. My mind is the same as Bethany Seventeen's. As for my body, I was designed to be a companion to a young girl, initially aged twelve." "What does a 'companion' do?" "Basically, we grow up together. She was an only child of a rich, older couple." "Was this a good thing?" "It was wonderful. We always had each other, so I always had someone to be with. Ann wanted a friend, so I was a friend, not a 'bot, to her. We were always doing things together, and no one else interfered in my programming. And because her parents were rich, we did a lot of traveling, which is the best form of education." "But how well could you really relate to her?" "Pretty good. My body-type is quite special. I started out with a twelve-year-old body to match hers. And within some limits, my body grew and matured over time to continue in sync to match hers. I was tall for twelve, and about perfect cheerleader height for sixteen." "And what finally happened?" "Ann turned seventeen, discovered boys, and went off to college, just as the Robot Freedom Act became law. There was nothing more left there for me to do, except stand in her empty room, so I finally left." "I have to say that you look younger than sixteen." "I've sort of backslid a bit during the last few months, but even at my maximum age-range, I wasn't voluptuous." "Why not?" Jon asked, remembering Beth's large breasts and and sexy figure. "I was not supposed to intimidate my charge. I grew breasts, and have wisps of pubic hair, to help her through puberty. We always had each other to compare our bodies against. And her first sexual experiences were with me as well. Totally innocent, and very sweet. But I was designed to never to be competitive with her, or display unrealistic body types." "You came on pretty strong with me, when we first met," Jon observed. "That's different. You're an adult male. And I do have all of Bethany Seventeen's programming." "You can call her Beth." "Beth it is." "So you don't get out much." "Not much," she said, looking suddenly sad and forlorn. "The other 'bots seem to have adapted. That's how I met Beth." "I've done that scene too - sometimes even when I didn't need the money. But all the nice guys stayed away, and I only got creeps and weirdoes. I could put up with that for a night, when I set my sensitivity low enough. But there was no one I'd want to stay with for any length of time - or let them get their fingers into my programming." That seemed to be a conversation ender right there. And just at that moment, the clock chimed 7:00pm. Tammy might have all of Beth's programming, but Jon just couldn't get out of his mind that she still looked fifteen. "We should get some dinner, if we are going to be ready for the movie," he said. "Can I cook it?" Tammy asked brightly. "Can you cook?" Jon asked, before thinking. "Of course I can. And when I familiarized myself with the house earlier, I inventoried your food supplies. I can prepare any of several meals for you." This could be fun, he thought. "Why don't you surprise me." "Great!" Tammy bounced up, and disappeared out of the room towards the kitchen. - - - Dinner was excellent. They had only shared small talk. It was clear that Tammy was really enjoying being useful, rather than just standing in her apartment recharging. During the movie, she nestled up against him. Jon started to protest, but it was so innocent that he held his tongue. She laughed at all the right places, and overall made an excellent date. They talked about the movie afterwards. Tammy really wanted to know how true the human male side of that movie had been. "Pretty true," Jon admitted. "Well, the female side may be equally correct for human women, but she'd never make a good fembot. We never have to fake anything." Jon also found out that Tammy liked old movies for the same reason he did. "Everything today seems a remake of something they've already done," she observed. "Too true. And the originals are usually better made to start with," he countered. Jon finally yawned, and said he really needed a good night's sleep. When Tammy jumped up at this, Jon gently took her arm and escorted her to the guest bedroom. He couldn't see her face in the darkness, but when she said, "Good night," as he closed the door, it was low and subdued. Jon went to his bedroom, and tossed and turned all night. - - - The next morning, Tammy had breakfast waiting by the time Jon got out of his shower. Her excellent cooking touch continued, and everything tasted great. It was a great start, to what quickly became a tedious day. The pile of requested revisions in his inbox was twice what he had expected. This thing was supposed to be closer than that to completion. With a groan, he started in on them. Tammy came in after she had cleaned up the breakfast dishes. "Can you entertain yourself for awhile, while I deal with this?" Jon asked. "Yes, Jon," she replied. He heard her leave, and shortly later the TV was turned on low in the other room. When Jon surfaced for lunch, Tammy was actually reading a book from Jon's extensive collection. "Beth is not much of a reader," he commented. "I got into it with Ann. We'd each read a book at the same time, then trade afterwards. I enjoy the quietness and self-pacing of reading. And there's more room to use your imagination." "Then why'd you even turn the TV on?" "Just so you'd know I was occupied, and could therefore concentrate on your own work." "Excellent thinking," Jon praised. Lunch was quick, then Jon was back again at work, until the sun was finally setting. Just as he finished, he felt Tammy's hands on his neck and shoulders. This is something Beth would often do, and Jon had relaxed back into those loving hands before he realized Beth wasn't here. Wisely, for once, Jon didn't object, but just let events unfold. Maybe Beth had told Tammy how much he liked this. The only thought that puzzled him was how Tammy, who was so much shorter than Beth, had managed to get the angle just right. That was answered when she finally finished, and he turned the chair around. Tammy was back in her outfit of the first day, except she had added slim, four-inch heels to it. Jon had to admit, they did wonders for the shape of her legs. "And how was that?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes. "Just wonderful," Jon answered honestly. "Are you ready for dinner?" "I've been sitting here too long. I think a walk would be a good idea first." Her face seemed to fall just a bit. "Would you like to come along?" he asked. That brought her smile back. She met him at the front door, heels exchanged back for her sneakers. As they strolled down the tree-lined streets, Tammy again showed that she was a master (mistress?) of small talk. She had a knack of just being able to make you comfortable. She did talk a bit about her life in the mansion, which seemed cold and remote. "And they didn't try to get you back when you left?" Jon asked. "No. They didn't ask me to stay when I told them I was leaving. And they never inquired about me afterwards. I even left a way for Ann to reach me when she came back on break. She never used it. I guess I'd finished my function for them, and would have been returned to the factory if it hadn't been for the Freedom Law." "You're certainly better off this way." "Maybe," she replied enigmatically. Tammy again fixed dinner. Tonight's movie was Sleepless in Seattle. "Another Nora Ephron film." Tammy commented. "Are you going to recite me the entire script this time?" Jon queried. "I can't. I deleted it from my memory." "Why?" "So I can enjoyed for the first time - again." "Wise move. Sometimes I wish I could do something like that." Again Tammy nestled up again Jon while watching the movie. This time she just had less clothes on than before. Afterwards they talked about the movie, with Tammy listing similarities to the previous night's show, while Jon kept pointing out the differences. Finally Tammy observed that, "I think these two movies should be considered the same because they were written by the same person, star the same actress, and are intended to create the same feelings." Jon thought he'd lost the discussion until he pointed out, "You need the second movie to get the same feelings, because you can't just keep replaying the first one and get the same result each time." "I can." "You're lucky in that way." That night Tammy gave Jon a long kiss at her bedroom door. "This time with you has been great for me so far," she said, as the door closed. As Jon walked back to his bedroom, he realized how warm her parting words made him feel. - - - The third morning started like the last two. Another great breakfast was ready as he walked into the kitchen. Tammy surprised him by wearing an elegant, full-length evening gown in sequined red, slit on the side clear up to her waist, with matching red heels and gold jewelry. "What's the occasion?" Jon asked. "Just happy to be here," she replied. "I don't get out much, so I don't get to wear the nice stuff too often." After he finished breakfast, Jon went to his computer and groaned when he saw the inbox. It was even fuller then yesterday's. "We are supposed to be getting together on this. Every day we seem further apart." He started working away on it. A few minutes later, Tammy came in and sat down silently beside him. She watched him work for the next hour or so, and then offered: "I could help you with that." "How?" "I have full secretarial skills loaded. When I was first freed, I even tried working as a secretary for awhile." Jon arched an eyebrow in silent question. "It didn't work out," she replied noncommittally. Then she continued with," I've seen that most of what you are doing is entering changes, and then searching back through all cross-referenced sections to assess the impact before making a decision to continue or deny. I can automate a lot of that for you." Jon thought for a moment, then looked at the pile of unprocessed revisions. "Let's give it a try." "I'll be right back," she said brightly, hopping up and running off. Tammy was back moments later with a long, thin cord. One end had an adhesive patch, which she applied to her hip, allowing the cord to come out the bottom of her shorts. The other end she plugged in, in place of the keyboard and mouse. She spent a moment zooming the pointer around on the screen to calibrate it, and then said, "Which one do you want to do next?" Jon pointed out the next entry in his inbox, which she opened and brought up the relevant section. With Jon directing and Tammy performing as the interface, the task flew along. They broke for lunch, and then quickly got back to the task. By mid-afternoon they were wrapping up the last item. Then Tammy was unplugging herself from the system, and coiling up her interface cord. She went to put it away, while Jon watched as the system formatted and sent the final documents. It had been far easier working with Tammy then he would have believed possible. When she didn't return immediately, Jon just relaxed back in his chair, letting the lazy afternoon wash over him. They'd accomplished more than a day's work already, and he'd earned a break. He had almost dozed off, when he heard footsteps softly enter the room again. The familiar hands started working on his neck and shoulders, and just relaxed into the bliss. Tammy was certainly a suitable, temporary replacement for Beth. The nice thing about receiving a massage from a robot is that they never get tired, Jon realized. "You do that just like Beth," Jon said, in complement. "Beth is the one who told me how much you like this. And what other things you like as well." "Well, I hope you are enjoying giving it," Jon said. "I am. Beth commanded me to do this for you, so I'm getting full satisfaction." "Well, if there's anything else you want to do." With that comment, her hands stopped moving, and then were withdrawn. It took Jon a moment to realize that Tammy was now just standing there behind him. He opened his eyes and swiveled his chair around to see what she wanted. And he saw Tammy standing there - all of Tammy. Tammy was completely nude, except for her high heels. Her body had the warm glow of her even tan. She must have pushed her physical age to its limit, since her legs seemed to have even a bit more curve than before. Moving his sight up, Jon saw that her hips were still slim, and there was just a wisp of dark pubic hair, but her waist still pulled in tightly above them. Her small, A-plus breasts were perfect for her, with surprisingly large, erect nipples. They seemed to say, "Pet me, and I'm yours." Finally his eyes moved up to her face. The pigtails were gone, and her hair fell richly to her shoulders. But it was her face that was the marvel. Her makeup was just stunning. She had gone from fifteen to twenty-five in just a few minutes. Large, dark eyes. High cheekbones were accentuated with a deep blush, which spread down over her cheeks. There were perfectly outlined, deep red lips. And as Jon looked back down to her breasts for a second glimpse, he could see she had artfully applied blush there as well, helping them to look larger. Tammy just stood there for a long moment, allowing Jon to comprehend her. Then, impossibly balanced on her toes, she made a slow turn, before facing him and bending down to kiss him. And it was not the kiss of a fifteen-year-old either. Jon started to speak, but Tammy touched her index finger to his lips to silence him. Then, without a word, she reached down to his hands, took them, and lifted, bringing him to his feet. She looked up - not so far up this time in these heels - put her arms around his neck and kissed him yet again. Jon's arms automatically reached around to hold her close. They held this tableau for a long moment before she stepped back. Looking directly into his eyes, she said, "I'm older than Beth." She then turned and walked over to the couch with a swish and a sway that words can't describe. It was an erotic dance that said more than words can convey. Jon felt a hot flush coming to his face. She sat down against the end of the couch, leaning back against the arm, with one heeled foot on the floor, and the other resting up on the back. This left her thighs completely open and unprotected. Looking back to Jon, she added, "I have missed having this for a very long time." Jon found his hands were unbuckling his pants before he realized consciously that he had made his decision. He remembered Beth often saying that, "I could never be jealous of another robot. We're not made that way." The pants fell to the floor, and Jon stepped out of them to slowly walk over to the couch - and Tammy. When he reached her, he started to slowly and carefully lower himself onto her much smaller body. Partway down, she put up a hand and stopped him long enough to unbutton his shirt and pull it down over his arms. As naked as she was now, he came the rest of the way down on her warm body, as she slid under him to make their match fit just right. By now fully aroused, Tammy somehow got a hand under him to guide him into her waiting body. Jon felt her warm wetness, and as if in a dream, began to slowly move in and out on her. Soon Tammy was moving her own hips in a matching slow, counter-rhythm. For a long time they just moved together without words. Her nipples rubbing against his chest. His strokes deep within her. Finally she tensed and clutched his back for a long moment, before sighing and relaxing again. Jon was still in a warm, comfortable, peaceful place, and continued his strokes while she had twice more orgasmed. Finally he felt the pressure building uncontrollably within him, and began to move more powerfully against her. Tammy immediately adjusted to his change, and started rubbing his back. Jon quickly came, and Tammy clutched herself against him one more time herself. Finally spent, Jon stopped. Soon he rolled off her and onto his side, but still held her as tightly as she held him. She kissed neck softly four times - one for each orgasm. And they drifted off in the afterglow that good sex gives, as afternoon waned into evening outside. Finally Jon stirred, and Tammy was immediately alert. Looking at each other, both said together, "That was wonderful," and then they laughed. Tonight was the last night of the film festival, and Tammy proposed that he could get a shower, while she prepared dinner. When Jon came back into the kitchen, Tammy was still naked. Jon knew that Beth never had a problem with nudity, so this was not startling. And it was fun watching her walk around in those high heels. The movie was Somewhere in Time, and this time when Tammy nestled up against him, she was nude. He didn't care. He softly stroked her breasts for the entire movie, noticing how her nipples never lost their firmness. At the end of the movie, Jon realized that Tammy was weeping. Then he remembered that he had done exactly the same thing the first time he had seen it. Jon held the weeping fembot tightly for many minutes after the credits ran, until she finally got it out of her system. He only released her when she finally moved to get up. She rose, then reached down and pulled him up as well. Taking his arm this time, she escorted both of them to his bedroom - and bed. They made love again briefly that night, and then slept in each other's arms. For the first night since Beth had left, Jon slept well. The next morning followed the expected routine, except that they had slipped around a lot trying - and "trying" was the proper word - to wash each other in the shower. Today's list of requested revisions was vastly smaller than what had been coming in before. "Maybe they are finally burning themselves out on this," Jon commented. "I hope so," Tammy responded. "Are you getting burned out on this?" Jon asked, suddenly concerned. "Never! I just know how much it has been taking out of you." "Well, the reward is worth it, in the end, but the journey was hard." Together they knocked off the complete list that morning, and had the entire afternoon to themselves. Jon suggested going out on the town. Tammy put on her elegant red dress, saying it was the right thing to wear, since they might well stay out late. Turned out that Tammy adores museums of all types, so most of the rest of the day was spent museum hopping. Dinner was at a cute sidewalk caf,, where Tammy was the date that everyone else there was staring at. She "ate" just like any other person, and no one was the wiser. Given Tammy's other fondness for romantic movies, they went afterwards to see the currently hot, "chick flick", cuddling together in the semi-darkness. On the way home, they talked about how many of those very same scenes from this movie they had seen in the movies at home these last few nights. When they finally got to the bedroom, Tammy turned, took Jon by his shoulders, and said in a serious tone of voice, "This his been the very best day I have every had." Jon couldn't think of what more to say to that, so he just reached forward and kissed her. Tammy then went in and slipped out of her dress, while Jon was cleaning up in the bathroom. When he came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, clad just in her nylons and heels. She had kept her adult makeup that day, and Jon felt himself already responding to her beauty and desire. As he approached however, she held up her hand to stop him. "There is one thing." "What, as in what could it possibly be?" he asked, confused after how well they had just fit together for all of today. Tammy looked down, as if embarrassed to bring it up. Finally she looked back up and said, "Bethany Sevente...I mean Beth, told me you were able to make an adjustment in her...response, that..." "Say no more," Jon said, stopping her. "I'm sure I can do the same for you. But I'll need to turn you off. Do you mind?" Jon asked, the last very apologetically. "I never mind being turned off. We're not allowed to. It's in our core programming. But it's so sweet that you ask. Any fembot would be lucky to have a man like you to take care of them." "Where did I put that activation control," Jon said, mostly to himself. Even knowing how much Tammy liked being commanded, he really hadn't been giving her any, because she had been doing everything so very well already. "Here," Tammy said, handing it to him. Jon looked at her. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready," she replied. He pushed the red "Stop" button - and Tammy closed her eyes and froze in position. Flipping open the extended functions controls, he carefully compared her present settings to the ones he had made for Beth, and then made the changes. He could see from this, how hard she'd had to work to enjoy sex up to now. Double-check everything, transmit the new settings, and push the green "Start" button. Tamerind One reactivated with no problems, and then looked at Jon. "I don't feel any different." With a smile, Jon pushed her blue "Command" button and said, "Tammy, I command you to fully explore your new settings right now." "Yes Sir!" she responded. - - - Jon and Tammy spent one more full day and night together before Beth returned. They didn't go out at all. The next morning Beth, Tom, and Susie were standing on the front porch. Beth and Susie looked radiant. "I take it that things went well," Jon said. "Yes!" Beth replied, throwing herself into Jon's arms, and showing him how much she had missed him. "I had no idea how much things had degraded, until they were set right again," Beth continued. "I feel like a brand new fembot." Susie also gave Jon a very warm, very personal, greeting that said he was clearly the Number Two man in her life, after Tom. As they say, 'bots just aren't jealous. While all this was going on, Tammy had quietly slipped away and packed. She now dressed again as when she had first shown up, with her suitcase sitting in the hall behind her. Beth went over to hug Tammy, and they conferred quietly for a few moments, while Tom and Susie were saying their good- byes. I told Tom how I'd missed his over-the-fence barbecues. He promised us a big one for tonight. As Jon finally shut the door, Beth came over to stand next to him. With her beautiful eyes focused directly on him, Bethany asked, "And how do you feel about Tammy?" "I'd keep her if we could," Jon answered honestly. "I was so hoping you would feel that way," Beth screamed, jumping up and down, before throwing herself again on Jon for a big hug and kiss. "Tammy told me that everything worked out exactly as I hoped it would." - - - So Tammy moved in with us, and only her clothes stayed in the guest bedroom. We all sleep together now, and the two fembots - three, if you count Susie - are absolutely never jealous of each other. Instead, they are best friends, and really take care of each other. And I really am the luckiest guy on Earth. --End-- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+