As Lisa sashayed her lush, beautiful naked body toward him, with that expression of desire on her face, Paul could only think, "Oh no! Not again!" He had to think of her as a 'her' rather than an 'it' even though Lisa was a sex droid. After all, her body feels completely human, and is fully functional -- in every way. There was no way he could resist. She was faster... she was stronger... she was not to be denied. His body protested that it was impossible, but his mind was reconciled to the fact that she was going to have her way with him whether he protested or not.
As her nimble fingers began undoing his clothing, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about how this had all come about. "Why did I ever even look at that damn catalog?" he muttered aloud. Lisa ignored him, continuing what she was intent on doing. "And to think I was so excited when that catalog arrived!"
Paul had changed since that fateful day. He was so befuddled by Lisa that he'd forgotten what a lonely nerd he was back then. Shy, and lacking social skills, he couldn't seem to connect with any women. Oh sure, they might talk with him, since he wasn't a bad looking person. But after two minutes of awkward, strained conversation, they immediately remembered that they had to be someplace else, and preferably with someone else. At the age of twenty-one, he'd never kissed a woman, let alone gotten to any of the other 'bases' he'd heard about. Yes, he was still a virgin, and the only love he knew was called self-love, if you wanted to use a more discrete term for what he did to relieve sexual tension.
So it may come as no surprise that Paul was fascinated by the very concept of a sex droid. Sure, there had been crude robotic devices used for sex -- for males, these usually included a suction chamber. But technology marches on... or, in this case, leaps forward in huge strides. The catalog (which arrived completely unsolicited) caught Paul's eye -- and then his libido -- as he read the descriptions and the promises and viewed the images. These weren't robots. These were androids. Artificial humans. Displayed as women, artfully dressed. Science had apparently created a technology that utilized a pinhole singularity held in a stasis crystal. In theory, they had so much spare power that even if the unit was damaged, its self repair would have the ability to keep it going for a thousand years.
Of course the prices were outrageous... off-putting. "But it doesn't hurt to look -- and dream," he told himself. He did more than look. He scanned. He absorbed. "They say that you can't tell the difference between their sex droids and a real woman, insofar as they look, sound, feel, smell, and even taste like a living person," he muttered, incredulous. "But only a really wealthy few can afford one," he judged. "Still, as progress advances, the price may come down." He put his name on the list to receive future catalogs.
People didn't have to work more than six months of a year to get by. But Paul took extra jobs, scrimping and saving without analyzing why he was doing it. His subconscious mind was impelling him to try to get enough funds to purchase a droid, even though even the gently falling prices still made that unlikely. Until the letter arrived. People didn't send letters anymore, so Paul knew it must be something of importance.
The letter informed him that his rich aunt had died, leaving him a tidy bequest! He checked his account balance -- it was true! The funds were his. The realization hit him like a truck. "I have enough to buy a droid now, with a lot left over!" he thought. And then he voiced that same sentence aloud, practically jumping for joy. Like some omen, the newest catalog had arrived that day, and he hadn't had a chance to look through it. So he sat down and did just that. He wasn't perusing it this time as a wishful thinker -- this time he was studying it as a purchaser! He manually masturbated as he turned the pages.
Many of the droids in the catalog were like old familiar friends by now. But each time, they had added a few new models, so Paul eagerly checked that section. When he saw Lisa's image and description, his heart started jumping around in his chest. She was the one! She was perfect. In the looks department, she was everything he'd ever dreamed about in a woman. His body voted too -- the very thought of having her was enough to make him cum. Which he did, moaning loudly as his semen splatted into the towel he'd placed on the floor for that very purpose. As he calmed down a little, he had no doubt that they'd be compatible, because as her owner, she'd be compelled to obey his every whim. His mouth watered as he contemplated some of those whims. He placed his order.
As he waited for Lisa's manufacture... creation... birth?... whatever... and her delivery, he prepared for her arrival. He gave up his extra jobs, and had the luxury of a white fur rug (fake fur, but it felt like the real thing) and a gas powered fireplace installed in his apartment. He'd always dreamed about making love to a woman on a fur rug before a roaring fire, and he wanted his first time to be special. Even if it was with a sex droid, as long as she acted and felt human.
The delivery day occurred as promised. Paul planned it perfectly, having it take place on the first day of his normal six month vacation. The delivery bot eased the container into his apartment, taking a retinal scan as proof of proper delivery. Paul was practically hopping from one foot to the other, impatiently awaiting the departure of the delivery bot. Opening the container also was accomplished by a quick retinal scan. And there she stood... as beautiful as her image in the catalog. There was a small tag on her clothing that gave her verbal activation code.
With his voice trembling with excitement, Paul recited the complex activation code. It was like a miracle. One moment Lisa was inert, staring straight ahead, seemingly lifeless. The next moment her face lit up with vitality and her body language was that of a normal woman. She knew who her owner was, and her 'prime directive' was to please him. Stepping out of the container, she smiled at him and held out her hand, saying, "Hello, my name's Lisa, and since you activated me, you must be my owner. How should I address you, Sir?"
A little flustered, he shook her hand, feeling the warmth of what felt like real skin. "Hi Lisa. Ummm... Paul... you may as well call me Paul, since that's my name... I'm Paul."
