Android three.
Finding Me and getting the hell out.
She rolled to my side and I sat up, then I stood and stepped over her, jumping down from the side of the bed. She was still flat out on the bed when I returned from the shower clean and dry.
"Come on Jant, let's change the sheets."
She moaned and rolled onto her back, her legs turning and seeking the edge. I admired her nude form as she twisted and stretched, the flatness of her tummy, the swell of her breasts and the profile of her hips.
I went and took her in my arms as she sat on the edge, lifting her and kissing her, she responded in kind, rolling our lips together as our tongues played with one with another. When the kiss ended I took her to the shower.
After I washed her back and legs I stayed behind her, reaching round to wash her breasts and torso, before handing the soap to her while I wrapped my arms round her in a hug.
I stood back and let her swill herself down, her skin gleaming as the water struck it. As I looked at her I wanted to take her, hug her, and kiss her, she looked so beautiful in my eyes. I shivered in anticipation as she stretched to turn the water off.
I felt like a voyeur as I watched her casually dry herself before me, she began humming some tune as she wrapped her hair with the towel, I followed her as she walked nude back into the bedroom, watching still as she bent to retrieve something from a drawer.
She turned to me with a hair dryer in hand.
"Do you know how to use one of these?" she questioned me.
In truth I didn't.
"I can try," I volunteered.
I wanted to do it to please her, to touch her, to be involved.
She sat on the corner of the bed, her head leant forward.
"Run the comb attachment top to back," she instructed.
I pulled the trigger and did as I was told.
When we'd finished her hair and she was putting the dryer away I pulled the bedclothes off, stripping the soiled cream smeared cover off. She turned as saw what I was doing and reached back to another cupboard and brought a fresh one out.
We played a bit getting the new cover on then jumped under it when it was fixed, cuddled together, legs entwined as we hugged each other. I pulled her half across me as I turned on my back, her breast peeking out beneath her arm across my chest.
She slid her hand down and took hold of my cock, snuggling her head into my shoulder and letting out a contented sigh.
My cock reacted slightly to her grasp as I gently turned to let her spoon me.
The room was in sleep mode when I woke, a red background light growing as I sat up.
"Time!" I asked of the computer.
"Twenty two aught seven," the mellifluous tones replied.
"There's a cafe open if you're hungry," Jant said as she sat up next to me.
I wasn't particularly but a coffee would go down nicely.
"Yes, now that you mention it I could do with a snack."
I moved towards the edge of the bed. My old clothes had been taken by the domestic robots, to be cleaned and returned, I presumed that the others she brought would be stacked neatly in one of the various cupboards or drawers.
She came and stroked and gripped my ass, as she reached over with the other and opened the right one. When she left me to dress herself I chose a vest and sweater, with a pair of shorts and casual slacks, with trainers to top it off.
She was sat on the bed waiting, dressed in the ubiquitous white coat, looking expectantly at me as I scowled at the stubbly hair regrowing on my head.
"Ready?" she said standing as I turned to her.
"Ready," I agreed, as I turned to the door.
The corridor outside was deserted, I followed her down, all the while thinking of her declaration of love. She was most of the things you could want, attractive, sexy, adventurous, sex with her was better than anything.
Was the attraction I felt a lusty sexual 'love', or the more enigmatic real 'love'? In the short term it didn't matter. Being with her guaranteed security, and a degree of certainty, added together with sex at almost every encounter and it was a no brainer.
But I wanted out in the long run, nice as it was, I wanted a real life back. I couldn't see myself going back to join Shelia, these events would be 'disappeared', the question was would I?
We paused and let the door fully shrink away before entering side by side, she telling me of items I might like, I settled for a slice of pizza, with a coffee. A bot came over to greet us as we settled into a chair and she ordered.
She sat forward, elbows on the table chin propped on her hands, watching the little bot trundle away.
"Penny for them." I said.
"Huh?" she broke her reverie, jerking round to face me.
"Penny for your thoughts," I asked again.
"Oh I was just being a bit homesick," she sighed.
"What's your homeworld like?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "My homeworld's a satellite city, in low orbit around Dunns world."
Dunn's world was one of the free worlds on the fringe of commerce, a world where anything and everything was bought and sold. My homeworld was a high tech agri world, low population of specialists running automated farms, once I'd experienced 'off planet' life, the eclectic mix of students around me, wild horses couldn't drag me back.
"All this," she waved at the room we were in. "Is home from home, the first floor I banged my head on was metal like this."
