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After closing the door behind me, I turned around to see her standing in the entrance hallway and I realized that I didn't know what to do next. Should I offer her something to drink? Should I show her around the apartment? I mean, she's going to live here now so she should get a feel for the place, right? Is she hungry? Then I realized I was thinking of her as a living breathing woman, which she is not. She's a droid, for heaven's sake! I just stood there, at a loss, looking at her. She stood four feet away, looking at me with no expression, no anxiety, no questions. We were just looking at each other. I almost got the sense that we were in an Ingmar Bergman movie, devoid of dialogue, just locked into a long meaningful look, and Liv Ullman was going to walk in from the kitchen. But Amy4's look at me was blank; there was no meaning there, only what I ascribed to it. I finally snapped out of it and decided to show her around the apartment although there is not much to show. It's just a one-bedroom apartment. I showed her the kitchen and the small eating area adjacent to it, the den, the utility closet with the washer and dryer, the bedroom and the small balcony next to it separated by two glass sliding doors.
Before leaving the bedroom I asked her "How did you get activated?"
"I do not know" she said.
"Let me look at you and see if I can figure out how you were activated. Is that OK?" I asked. Of course it's OK, I answered myself in my head. She's a droid. Geez.
She didn't respond immediately. "I am for you" she said a couple of seconds later. I wondered if my question had confused her somehow. I unzipped her coveralls and pulled them down off her shoulders. The top of the coveralls now hung down behind her and she was naked from the waist up.
Her skin was warm to the touch, just like human skin.
I took the two bars that had pierced her nipples between my two thumbs and forefingers and twisted them ever so gently. Good God, I felt her nipples swell and harden in reaction. "That's some awesome engineering!", I thought. Even though I knew cognitively that this had something to do with pressure and hydraulics and microprocessors, my cock was reacting like this was the real thing. Now my entire being was focused on those two little, about a third of a centimeter in diameter, nipples now standing up tall and proud on her breasts. The only thing in my mind now was to teel them between my thumb and forefinger. I reached down and unscrewed the ball from one side of the bar in her left nipple and pulled it out. I did the same with the bar in the right nipple and put both bars aside. I looked down at the Amy4 unit. Her dark eyes looked up at me. I noticed for the first time some faint freckles on her nose and above her cheekbones. I realized that the designers of the Amy4 unit really put a lot of extra touches into her. The casual observer of her would never have caught the freckles, but there they were and they were there for a reason.
Only someone close to her would see the freckles. A lover sees things on their partner's body that nobody else sees - a mole, a skin discoloration, some wild hairs - and these become intimate secrets shared between them. These freckles and the pierced nipples were included to give the owner of the Amy4 unit that same feeling of intimacy, or at least I thought so. She had lovely eyes framed by dark eyebrows with an angular chin and high cheekbones. She didn't have model quality glamorous looks and previously the word I used to describe her was cute, but looking at her now I began to see her beauty. She had the beauty and femininity of a woman. She looked up at me with eyes that seemed empty of emotion, although I could see that her pupils had dilated a bit and she was now breathing more deeply. There programmers were good, very good, I thought. They must have programmed these as arousal responses. What else they have programmed her for I wondered?
I bent down and began kissing her skin between her shoulders and the top of her breasts. It was warm, soft, pliable, just like real skin. That's because it was real skin, grown in a lab and draped over this droid frame. That was a marvel but the even greater feat was keeping the skin nourished and alive. It was starting to get a little scary what these biomedical engineers could figure out and do these days. As I kissed that area above her tits my hands had reached up and I was cupping her breasts. They had a perfect weight and they felt remarkably like a woman's flesh and blood breasts. My greedy lips moved down to kiss and suck her tits. Her rich tanned skin was beautiful. Soft and smooth. Just perfect. My lips opened and I took in a nipple. It was hard and taut. My lips closed on it and held it in place while the tip of my tongue began to flick the very tip of her nipple in my mouth. I felt her hands placed on both sides of my head, lightly and gently, as if she was holding my head in that place to continue to give her pleasure. When I moved my mouth to her other nipple, I felt her hold on my head get a little tighter, a little stronger. With a real woman I would have interpreted her actions as "Keep doing this!". More and more I was admiring the work of the men and women who had built the programming for this Amy4 unit.
My lips let her rigid nipple slide out from between them and I move my face to hers. I looked into her brown eyes and noticed that her eyes were following mine. The movements were small but her irises and pupils were reacting to and following the movements of my own eyes. Looking at her, I felt it was an invitation to kiss her. So I did. Her lips were warm and smooth on mine. When my mouth opened hers did too. That first kiss was...well...underwhelming. I love to kiss and kissing to me is a very personal expression of love and passion. Don't get me wrong, I love fucking too, but for me kissing is really important. I love nothing more than getting hot wet kisses at home and socially acceptable kisses in public, and as many as I can give and get. Amy4 had a tongue which was the right size, wet and mobile, only, she had no idea of how to use it. I've seen fishing lures in the water that basically wave sideways in the water to attract the attention of fish. That was about how Amy's tongue functioned, back and forth in a regular pattern. As much as I wanted it to be great, it would rate only about a 2 of 10. A little boring and repetitive. And if I'm honest about it, I was disappointed. This was the first serious deficit that I had discovered of the programmers' work. Maybe they weren't very good kissers.
I took the zipper in her coveralls and pulled it all the way down then reached inside the coveralls at her hips and eased the coveralls down over her hips and ass and let them fall. They bunched up down at her knees. She had a little roundness at her tummy and a triangle of black pubic hair between her legs, not so thick and not so big but enough to cover her feminine mound beneath it. I looked up at her and said, "Let's get these off. Pull your right leg up." She did and I slid that leg of her coveralls off her foot. "OK, now your left leg" and I repeated the same actions. I tossed the coveralls on the bedroom floor.
