(Author's Note: To anyone who is waiting for me to write more chapters to any series I may have going, don't worry. I've just been really busy, so I haven't had a lot of time to do anything. I did, however, have inspiration strike me, so I wrote this story right away, because I was afraid I might lose it. I hope you enjoy it for the time being. LQ1203).
My name is Lucas. Lucas Evans. I'm twenty-five, and...I'm still a virgin. I know what I want, but...I'm afraid to tell the girl of my dreams how I feel. I'm afraid she'll stop being my friend.
Maya Hodge is beautiful. She's only five-two, but she's built like an hourglass, not fat, mind you, but curvy and...You get the picture. She's a dyed blonde with black hair, at least I think she has black hair. That's the color of her eyebrows, but...but anyway, she has dyed blonde hair that she usually wears in a ponytail, kind of like a short, curvaceous Betty. She has beautiful light-brown eyes, almost an almond color, with small, red, sultry lips that I'd like to kiss...N...Never mind that. She has smooth round breasts that I think are C-cups, at least, that's all I can tell from seeing the tops of them when she wears a lowcut shirt. Her skin is a smooth milky-white, like she bathes in honey...Point is...Point is, she's gorgeous.
Now me? I'm a dork. I don't like being made fun of, but I'm honest with myself. I'm a five-nine, skinny white-boy with mussy brown hair and dark eyes and a thin face...I don't really like my image in the mirror. Plus, it doesn't help that I wear glasses. They just subtract more from my self-esteem.
But Maya is my angel. I work at a tech-firm that contracts out to the military, and Maya was hired at the same time I was. We even trained together...I fell in love with her the very moment I saw her.
She knew I was an introvert, and she's tried hard to get me to come out of my shell. That's what she always calls me...Mr. Hermit Crab. I've only really been open about myself to her...I spend most of my time holed up in my apartment coding an RPG I'm working on...have been working on...for the last three years.
She always tells me about her boyfriends, but she goes through them pretty fast. She's burned through three of them since the year I've known her. She always tells me she wants something more, wishes for something more, but she can never find it. She doesn't know that she's preaching to the choir.
Anyway, Maya likes to talk, and she's told me that she likes that I'm always there to listen. Now I am definitely no expert on romance, but I do know what that means. That means 'friend zone'. I think I'm permanently stuck in that 'friend zone', but I'm also in love with her, and there's nothing I can do about it. I want to tell her how I feel, and I want to sweep her up in my arms, and...I know that's never going to happen.
But that's where Roddy comes in. Roddy Oberman. Roddy's an old buddy from all the way back since junior high, a dork like me, but his thing was always robotics. Turns out, Roddy's a genius when it comes to robotics and AI, and he's been working on a project for years that I just recently found out about. He's actually managed to make human-looking androids, and they're supposed to mimic human functions...warmth, touch, the feel of the skin...natural secretions...Roddy was always kind of a horndog. All of that intelligence, and he uses it to build sex-bots...Oh, well. I guess it works out for me, anyway.
These androids aren't cheap. Roddy's previous inventions have netted him some serious dough, so he's like...a multi-millionaire now and owns his own company, but this little android project is something he does on the side. I know he's sold some of them already, but only to people he trusts, and that's only to people he knows. What he's doing is illegal, apparently, but he's doing it anyway. That's Roddy for you.
Anyway, he's agreed to make an android of Maya for me. I know, it's disgusting what I'm doing, but I can't help it. If I can't have Maya, then I want the next best thing.
Roddy swears by these androids, so...that's why I'm currently at his mansion in the hills, down underground, in his secret lab, on a Saturday morning. You see, he's already made the Maya-bot using the pictures and info I've given him, and he's not even charging me for it. He said he'd do it for free because we're buds, because there's no way I could afford to buy it. The price tag is...more than I'd make in a lifetime. All he's asked is that I rate how his bot compares to the real thing...Like I would even know. He doesn't know I'm still a virgin.
I walked across the concrete floor of Roddy's huge lab. He had all kinds of equipment scattered about on computer-laden tables, stuff that I couldn't begin to identify, and I worked for a tech firm. Roddy, himself, was there waiting by some compartment tubes that were sealed off with white curtains, and he was giving me his trademark smirk, something I'd put up with since I'd known him.
Roddy was a tall and skinny white-boy like me, but he'd ditched his glasses for eye surgery a long time ago. He had crazy black hair and blue eyes, and he looked the part of a mad scientist, but he certainly didn't dress like one. He had on blue jeans and a black shirt that read, in red print, 'You Spent Last Weekend at the Gym-I Spent Last Weekend Fucking Your Sister'...Well, Roddy's always been kind of a horndog...I mentioned that, didn't I?
"Okay, me pal, me boyo, me bro," grinned Roddy. "I'll give you a show of some of my previous work, and then I'll reveal the grand prize...By the way, you need some new threads, Lucky. You look like a dweeb in that tie."
I was wearing my white dress shirt and dark-blue tie along with my brown slacks and brown dress shoes. These were my work clothes, because even though it was the weekend, I didn't have any 'going out' clothes. The truth was and always had been that...I never went out.
"Thanks, Rod," I sighed.
"Hey now," said Roddy with a facetious frown. "You cheer up right now. You're about to get the girl of your dreams for free, no strings attached. That's something to look forward to, right?...Right?"
"Yeah," I breathed out. "It's not really the same, though..."
I was going to be disappointed anyway; I just knew it. There was no way that Roddy could possibly have made an android that could mimic human bio...lo...gy...
"Nonsense, Lucky," grinned Roddy as he pulled back the first curtain, and what he revealed stopped any thought I had in its tracks.
In front of me was a nude young woman, probably in her late twenties, five-ten, hourglass body, big D-sized breasts with dark-red nipples, long black wavy hair that spilled around her bare, tanned shoulders, dark eyes, full lips, and a very, very, very realistic bald vulva between her legs. I could even see the reddish inner-lips of her vulva hanging down.
"Ta da!" said Roddy with a wide smile.
"Oh my...goodness..." I said in a breathless whisper.
This was a joke. It had to be. I mean, this gorgeous nude young lady was standing in front of me, but she wasn't blinking or moving, so...
"M...May I touch it?" I asked in a shaky tone.
"Be my guest," grinned Roddy. "I don't call her 'it' though. Her name's Samantha."
I reached forward and gingerly ran my right index finger along the top of 'Samantha's' bare left breast. Her breast was smooth and soft and warm, and my eyes widened as I gasped and pulled back out of reflex.
"That's a real woman, Rod!" I choked out.
Roddy guffawed, shook his head, and pushed me aside. He reached back behind 'Samantha's' head, and I heard a loud click. There was a loud hiss as her face opened up like a door, and I gaped at the working micro-electronics that made up the interior of that beautiful face.
"Nope," chuckled Roddy. "That's my Samantha-bot...Hang on just a sec. Let me flip her on."
He reached around her head again, there was another click, and her face plate hissed shut. He then stepped back and pulled a little black remote from his right jeans pocket.
"Meet Samantha," he said confidently.
He pushed a button, and I watched in amazement as 'Samantha's' eyelids fluttered for a second. She stepped forward and ran the index finger of her right hand down my tie, and I felt myself getting a little stiff below.
"Hey, big boy," she said in a husky voice. "I'm looking for some nice...haaard...cock to stuff inside me..."
"Uhhh, Roddy..." I said shakily.
Roddy just laughed and used his remote to put her back in her compartment tube. Samantha went back to staring straight ahead, unblinking.
"Next is Shannon," he said as he pulled back the next curtain.
Before me was a tall and slender redhead, young, like twenty-one, six-foot, with small B-cup breasts and small pert, pink nipples in the centers of them. Her fiery red hair was up in a coif that hung down in the back like a small river of lava, and between her legs was a mess of curly red pubic hair.
"She's my Irish beauty," said Roddy. "I have a thing for redheads."
"You make them with pubic hair?" I asked.
"Yeeeah..." drawled Roddy. "That's how they naturally come in the real world, Lucky...Actually, Shannon was my first bot that I made pubes for. You should feel them. They feel realistic."
"I...I don't...I don't know..." I said nervously.
"I'm giving you a bot for free," frowned Roddy. "Don't insult me, you dork. Give it a feel."
I cautiously reached down and felt between 'Shannon's' legs. Her hair did indeed feel real, as did the supple and smooth lady parts beneath it.
I felt my penis stiffening into a full-blown erection, and I had to concentrate to keep it from going up. I didn't want Roddy to know that I was a virgin. He'd surely know if he saw me with a hard-on trying to poke its way out of my slacks.
"It...It does feel realistic," I said nervously.
"I know," nodded Roddy. "I have Shannon programmed to be mildly sadistic. She's a take charge kind of girl."
He hit some buttons on his remote, and Shannon came to life right in front of me. She stepped forward, reached down, and grabbed my balls with her right hand, just clutched them right through my slacks and underwear. I squealed as that sudden pain hit me, but my voice trailed off as she grabbed the back of my hair with her left hand and pulled my head back to stare up at the concrete ceiling above us.
"You're going to fuck me, little bitch," hissed 'Shannon'. "I'm going to torture your pathetic little balls and twist..."
Roddy quickly fiddled with his remote, and Shannon let go of me. She stepped back into her compartment tube and went lifeless again.
"Whoops," said Roddy sheepishly. "I had her turned up a little high...That's kind of the way I like her...Anyhow, next is Artemis."
I took in a deep breath and waited for the pain in my balls to subside as Roddy pulled back the next curtain.
"This is my luscious African-American model, my black beauty," he said matter-of-factly. "I've always wanted to fuck a girl of every ethnicity. My next model will be Indian, I'm thinking, or maybe Thai. I haven't decided."
The next young woman had dark-brown skin with patches of even darker-brown skin here and there. She had silky black hair that went to her shoulders and a bald, dark-brown vulva between her legs. Her breasts were huge, at least double D's, with great big dark nipples in their centers, and her butt was bigger than I was used to, but she was definitely gorgeous. Roddy certainly knew how to make female anatomy look pleasing.
"Oops," said Roddy quickly. "I forgot to show you this. Watch this function. The other two you've seen have it, of course, but I haven't shown it yet."
