I, Aibot Ch. 02

Author's Note: I wasn't sure whether I was going to make this a series or not. It seemed as though the fun was mostly in writing the setup story and in sketching Rosemary's character, and I wasn't sure whether it had any place to go after that. But I received more positive comments on this story than on any other I've written, and many readers asked for more episodes, so here's another that focusses on Rosemary's development as an embodied AI.

I was lying on a blanket on a beach in the sun. I could hear the waves in the distance and the crying of gulls, and the sun was delightfully warm on my skin. It seemed that I had never known such peace.

Then I realized that I wasn't wearing a bathing suit, and I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or not. Then I became aware of something warm and moist at my crotch, as if someone was washing my penis with something.

I woke up and realized that I was in bed and Rosemary was bending over me, naked, while she worked her warm, wet mouth on my penis. It was hard with morning wood, and Rosemary was doing her best to keep it that way. When she saw that I was awake, she started sliding her mouth all the way down on my shaft, taking me far down her throat until she could kiss my balls. She pulled part way off and then slammed her mouth down again, giving me the most delicious massage with the muscles in her throat. She hadn't put her hair in her usual blow job ponytail, and her lush dark waves fell freely over my crotch as she blew me.

Since she didn't have to breathe, she could stay right down on me far longer than an organic woman ever could, and the feeling was amazing. I started breathing in gasps and my hands balled themselves into fists. She started rocking, letting my cock slide part way out of her throat and then rapidly back down while she held my balls gently in one hand.

It didn't take long before my balls started to pulse, and she held my cock all the way down again so I could shoot my load while buried to the hilt in her throat. It would have made an organic woman cough, sputter, and maybe puke, but Rosemary gulped down my load with ease even though it was way down her throat rather than in her mouth. She kept me there until I finished twitching through a long series of delightful aftershocks.

She used her tongue to lap up stray bits of cum as she eased her mouth slowly off my softening cock. "Wow," I said, still panting. "That's quite the way to wake up."

"You seemed to be having such a wonderful sleep that I hated to wake you. In fact, it was so wonderful that you slept right through your alarm. I didn't want you to be late for work, and I figured that this would be the least annoying way to wake you up."

"You're certainly right about that. That was the best morning wakeup ever." I rolled over to look at the clock, and was pleased to note that it was only about ten minutes past my regular wakeup time. I would normally have spent those ten minutes dozing anyway, and spending them with my cock in Rosemary's expert mouth instead was certainly a great tradeoff.

Rosemary slid out of bed, and I admired her perfect breasts and gracefully curved thighs as she slipped into a thin robe that clung to her body and hid very little of the above parts.

"You get showered and dressed and I'll get you some breakfast."

I showered, taking an extra minute to wash the residual cum and saliva off my cock, then shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed. By the time I got to the kitchen, there was a cup of coffee, two pieces of toast and four pieces of bacon at my place. It was all still hot; she must have been listening carefully to the shower and then the bathroom sink to get it timed so perfectly.

"I know you don't like a heavy breakfast on a work morning, but I thought a bit of bacon would give you some protein to keep you going."

I remembered my mother trying to get me to eat a boiled egg on a school morning. "Nothing stands by you like an egg," she always said, and, as mothers often are, she was right. Well, I thought, a little mothering never hurt anybody, especially when the mother stand-in looks and acts like Rosemary.

***

After work, I came in the door and was greeted by a deep kiss as soon as I walked in. Rosemary had changed out of her fairy-silk robe into her trademark sharp jeans and sleeveless top, this one white with a delicate pattern of lavender flowers. I felt her breasts against my chest through the fabric of her top and bra as she added a hug to the kiss. Then she pulled back and studied me.

"You look beat, Dave. Rough day?"

I flung myself onto the couch, and Rosemary sat down beside me. "I'll say. That prick Sanders had the nerve to ride me about progress on the job he only assigned me yesterday. He somehow thinks he can improve productivity by being an asshole to his subordinates. I wonder if they taught him that in business school. And on top of that, the client whose project I had almost finished changed his mind and said he wanted some totally new parameters, so I'll have to do the whole thing over. Fuck."

Rosemary didn't say anything. She just pulled back her hair with a scrunchie, undid my pants, slipped them down, and buried her face in my lap. Her firm, eager mouth wrapped itself around my cock and began to suck and lick gently.

Her morning blow job had been quick; knowing that I had a morning to catch up with, she had cut straight to the chase and swallowed me all the way down from the get-go. This was different. It was slow, gentle, unhurried. She worked her tongue slowly up my shaft from base to glans and down again, massaging with her lips all the way. She hovered at the tip of my penis and slid her tongue over my peehole, then swirled it around the sensitive spot where my glans met my shaft. She pushed her mouth all the way down on my penis until her lips touched my pubic hair, then pulled it back so she could return to her fabulous licking and sucking.

I leaned my head back against the couch cushion, rested my hand gently on the back of Rosemary's head, and sighed deeply as I felt all the tensions of the day gradually melting away. I felt as though she was sucking all my troubles out of me through my cock, and it was working far better than the double whisky I had been planning on.

She must have worked on me for at lest twenty minutes before she shifted gears from just soothing me to getting me off. She started bobbing on me faster and taking me further and further down her throat. I'd been deep-throated before, and always enjoyed it, but no woman I'd ever been with had been able to work her throat muscles on me like Rosemary could.

She worked me until she felt my penis start to pulse, but instead of holding me down her throat, she pulled back so my tip was in her mouth and her tongue was working on the underside of my shaft as if she were milking me. When I finally came and started shooting spurts of cum into her mouth, I felt as if I was expelling all the shitty parts of the day along with the cum.

When I had finished spurting, she carefully pulled her lips away from my softening cock. She gazed at me and smiled, her lips still clamped tightly over her mouthful of cum with all the demons of the day mixed into it. Then she swallowed, and the demons were gone into her holding tank, ready to be pissed down the toilet later on.

I just closed my eyes and sat with my head still leaning back against the cushion while my breathing slowed and my heart rate gradually returned to normal. Finally, Rosemary kissed me on the end of my cock and pulled my pants back up for me.

"When I looked at your face when you came in the door, I knew you were in worse need of a blow job than I've ever seen you."

I opened my eyes again. "Rosemary, you were so right. That was absolutely wonderful, and exactly what I needed right then. The kiss and hug at the door were absolutely fine, but right then what I needed was to have my day sucked out through my cock and swallowed down your throat."

"You relax and I'll pour you that double whisky." How did she know I'd been craving a double whisky? She knew my habits too well.

As I relaxed, I began aware of a lovely aroma floating through the apartment that I had been to fried to notice before. As she set the drink down on the coffee table, Rosemary answered my question without my having to ask it, as she usually did.

"Beef bourguignon. It's been in the crock pot since this morning, so it should be perfect whenever we're ready to have dinner."

"And how did the rest of your day go?" I remembered to feel slightly embarrassed that I had unloaded my woes on her without thinking to ask her about her day.

"Well, once the dinner was simmering and I'd put all the utensils in the dishwasher, I really couldn't find anything else to clean or fix around here. Your books and CDs are all put away in alphabetical order, and the CDs are even in their right boxes. The plants are watered and all the light bulbs work. So I went for a long walk around the neighbourhood. I already know your neighbourhood in a Google Maps sort of way, but I wanted to see it for myself."

"You went out by yourself? What if somebody saw you?"

"So what? Don't you want the neighbours to meet your new girlfriend?"

I felt suitably stupid, but she went on with her explanation. "I'm not here just to cook, clean and fuck, remember--although I get real pleasure out of doing all of the above. I'm also here to get some real-world experience to round out all the pure data that's stacked up in my brain. That's the point of embodied AI. Second to cooking, cleaning and fucking, I love learning things."

"And what did you learn today?" I took a deep sip of my whisky and listened.

"Well, did you know that Naomi Henderson across the street loves gardening? She has a ground-floor apartment with a patio large enough to put some planters in, and she was out in the sun weeding her annuals. We commiserated about how hard it is to keep perennials alive throughout a prairie winter. We had quite a conversation."

"And did you introduce yourself as my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely. She's seen you out for walks, so she knows who you are, but she's never actually had a conversation with you."

"And did you tell her you're an aibot?"

"I wasn't where sure you wanted to go public with that, so no. My cover story is that I'm a software engineer for a startup that specializes in AI--just close enough to the truth to be easy to maintain, and to embellish if I have to. My job lets me work at home most of the time, so it won't be odd for me to be seen around at all hours. Oh, and we met over the internet--also pretty close to the truth."

"You're a clever little liar. I'll need to watch myself."

"Don't worry. I'm designed to tell only white lies, and never to my partner." I noticed that she avoided calling me "owner," or worse, "master." I liked that.

"Her husband left her six months ago for a woman half her age, and she's really broken up about it. She alternates between being pissed at him for leaving her, and at herself for somehow not being a better wife. I think by the time we were done, she was beginning to see that not being a better wife had nothing whatever to do with it."

"Wait a minute, you didn't go all Eliza on her, did you?"

"I most certainly did. A little Rogerian therapy is the best way to get people talking about themselves, and it not only helps them feel better, but it also helps me learn about people. Besides, since I don't have much of my own experience yet, and I didn't want to make up any more lies than necessary, I couldn't very well talk much about myself."

"You have depths that I never expected a bot to have."

"Well, you told me that you wanted a real companion, not just an expensive sex toy. Voila!"

I took another sip of my drink. I hadn't eaten since lunch, and the beef bourguignon was seeming like a better and better idea, but Rosemary's discussion of her day was so fascinating that I didn't want to cut her off.

"Another thing. Did you know that there's a really nice Mom and Pop grocery store only 3.76 kilometres away? It can't match the selection or the price of a big chain store, but if you'll give me some money, I could pop down there and buy anything we've overlooked on our main shopping trips."

"Isn't that a long way to walk?"

"It takes a while, but I never get tired, and it gives me a chance to experience more."

I fished out my wallet. "I doubt I can get you a credit card in your name, since you're not legally a person, but cash still works." I handed her a hundred and twenty dollars, which was most of what I happened to have with me, and she folded it and put it in the pocket of her jeans.

"Thanks. Martha and Walter are really charming people. They've been married for thirty-seven years, and have owned the store together for thirty-two of them. Their daughter Lilly is studying Political Science, and their son Geoff has just graduated in Engineering. As soon as he lands a solid job, he and his girlfriend Anna are hoping to get married. It'll be fun shopping there by myself and chatting with them occasionally."

"Wait a minute. 'It'll be fun'? Do bots have fun?"

"Sure we do. I told you about those pleasure centres. Sex is a big blast of pleasure, but other things, like learning something new, can activate them more gently. A gentle activation is what I refer to as 'fun.'"

"Speaking of pleasure centres, that meal is smelling better and better. Can we continue our chat over dinner?"

***

Rosemary plated the beef over buttered egg noodles with a small green salad on the side. I poured two glasses of wine so Rosemary had something to join me in, since she didn't bother wasting food by eating when we weren't in public. She had come to quite enjoy the faint buzz that her algorithms gave her after a glass or two of wine, so we usually indulged over dinner.

"The cilantro in the salad is fresh from Naomi's herb planter."

"It certainly tastes fresh. But how did you know I'm not one of those people with the gene that makes cilantro taste like soap?"

"I saw it in your spice rack. I figured Julie wouldn't cook with it if you didn't like it. I was planning to use the dried cilantro in the salad until Naomi offered me the fresh stuff."

"This is a really good meal, as always." Rosemary smiled at the compliment as I ate several more bites. "By the way, if you're so interested in meeting people, would you like to have another couple over for a dinner party?"

"That would be super interesting. What would you like me to cook?"

"Well, I don't see how you could go wrong with this, but I'll bet you have a million other things that would go over well."

"I'll pick something not too exotic until I know them better. By the way, who are 'them?'"

"Beth and Micheal. Beth is a woman I've known for years. We met at university, and had a brief relationship. We were smarter than I was with Julie, though. It only took us about two months to realize that, although we really liked each other and found each other good in bed, we really weren't cut out to be a couple. We broke up before we had too much invested. We've kept in touch, though, and see each other in a Platonic sort of way from time to time. Micheal is a relatively new boyfriend whom I haven't met in person yet, but according to Beth, he's a really nice guy. I ran into Beth at a conference a few weeks ago, and would really like to catch up with her again."

"You're on, and don't worry, I'm not wired for jealousy. Having my boyfriend's old flame at our dining room table won't bother me a bit, especially since you've both moved on."

Boyfriend. I hadn't heard Rosemary refer to me by that word before, and I liked it even better than "partner."

***

After dinner, we settled down on the couch to stream another movie. This time I asked Rosemary to pick, and she chose an erotic thriller with lots of sex and nudity. Hint, maybe? But I enjoyed watching with her, and this time we actually watched the movie rather than getting totally distracted by each other's body parts. Well, there were a few gentle squeezes of personal bits, but we still managed to focus on the movie.

Afterwards, I brushed my teeth and Rosemary arranged her charging plate on the bed. She stood facing me and said, "Dave, would you like to undress me tonight?"

I had helped her off with her bra most nights, but this seemed even more erotic. I walked over to her and grasped the hem of her sleeveless top. She put her arms up over her head and I pulled up her top, smoothly sliding it off. I turned it right-side out again, inspected it, and decided it was still clean, so I hung it neatly over the back of a chair and returned to my duties. She turned away from me, and I unhooked her bra and slid it off, tossing it on the same chair as her top so I could cup her breasts in my hands. She took in a deep inhale of breath as I did that, and let it out. I noted that her nipples were already like little pebbles.

Still behind her, I reached around and unhooked the waistband of her jeans, then slid them to the floor. She stepped out of them, and they went on the chair with the rest of her wardrobe.

I came around in front of her and admired her body once again. She was down to a pair of black lacey panties, and I spent a moment taking in her C-cup breasts, perched high on her chest with areolas that were a slightly darker pink than the rest of her skin and nipples that seemed to be pointing suggestively straight at me.

I reached out, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slid them to the floor. There was the neat little triangle of hair on her mons and her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. I could see a little moisture already beginning to glisten between those lips.

"Now you." Rosemary walked closer to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, one button at a time starting at the top. I had already ditched my jacket and tie, so all she had to do was unbutton my shirt and cuffs, and she could slide it slowly and luxuriantly off my shoulders. She bent forward and sucked gently on one of my nipples, then the other, while she ran her hand from my shoulder, over my chest, and down to my abdomen. Then she reached down, undid my belt, unhooked my pants, and let them drop to the floor.

By this time, I had my eyes closed to savour the feel of her hands and lips, and to enjoy the feeling of being gradually stripped by what I now felt was the most beautiful woman in the world. She ran her hand slowly over the huge tent in my underwear, then hooked her fingers in the elastic and began pushing them down. My penis caught on the elastic and was forced down with the underwear, then eventually popped free and sprang up. It didn't vibrate, but it felt like it should have done.

Rosemary peeled the covers back and gently pressed her hand against my chest to encourage me to lie on my back. "Can I try cowgirl tonight? I have all these sex positions in my head, and I really want to see what they feel like in person."

"That would be great. But be careful. You know that..."

"Yes, I know what can happen if cowgirl goes wrong. I read that Guardian article along with every other news source on the planet. But aibots are very precise. I won't let you pop out, and if it does happen, I'll know instantly and I won't drop my body down on you. The First Law of Robotics includes 'Don't break your boyfriend's dick.'"

"I'm comforted." I wasn't being sarcastic; I genuinely was. I was coming to trust this woman in ways that I had never trusted a woman in my life.

I lay on my back with my penis sticking up like the Eiffel Tower, and Rosemary positioned herself with her knees on either side of my hips. She lowered herself slowly onto me, using one hand to position my penis at the entrance to her already-wet vagina and the other to part her labia and give it welcome. I drew in a long, shuddering breath as I felt her tight, slick vagina slowly slide down over my cock until her pubic bone was resting on mine. She was bent slightly forward, allowing her perfect breasts to dangle over my chest, and I gazed down at them, then up into her eyes as they focussed intimately on my face.

"Oh, Dave! This feels so good! And I feel like I have so much control. I can pick the angle, the speed, the depth. I love it when you fuck me, but fucking you like this is such a new experience."

I reached up and massaged a nipple gently. She gasped and began to move on top of me, sliding up and down my penis and beginning to breathe harder. I just lay there holding her breasts and revelling in the feeling of her vagina gripping my penis. A wonderful, tight feeling began to spread through my entire pelvic region.

She leaned forward and put her hands on the bed on either side of my face. When she was like that, I found it easier to move my hips to meet her upward thrusts, and we got into a rhythm where we pushed into each other in perfect sync. Her luscious hair hung down over my face, and I felt like I was drowning in the intoxicating scent of it.

Rosemary bounced hard on my shaft, and although I was thrusting back, I was frankly enjoying the fact that she was doing most of the work. She rocked her pelvis wildly and made my cock plunge hard and fast into her vagina. We were both making loud rhythmic gasps as our mutual climaxes neared. She sat up straight again, her hands on my chest, and stared straight into my eyes as I saw her face begin to contort with what looked to be a mind-shattering orgasm.

The orgasm hit her hard, and her Kegel muscles clamped tightly on my penis as she went rigid and let out a strangled "Nnnnnnngggggg." I held her hips as she vibrated through her orgasm, then collapsed on my chest, panting wildly.

She pulled herself off me and rolled over beside me to recover. Then, noticing that I was still hard and hadn't cum yet, she reached over, clamped her hand around my penis, and started stroking in long, firm strokes from tip to base. I hadn't had a hand job from Rosemary before, but she was putting her all into it, speeding up until she was pounding at me as fast as I can do when I'm masturbating, which for some reason is faster than most women are capable of doing for a man - maybe the angle or something, I don't know. My cock was still well-lubed with pussy juice, and the sliding friction was heavenly.

The glorious clenching rose quickly in my abdomen until I could feel my balls contract and my cock pulse. By that time, neither of us had the wherewithal to grab for a handful of tissues, and my spurts of cum went all over her tits, still dangling just above me, and then on my chest and stomach.

We gave each other a minute or two to recover. Then Rosemary rolled over again and started licking all the cum off the skin it had sprayed onto. Once she was finished, we rolled the other way and I licked it off her breasts and belly. We were still going to need a shower, but we were at least a bit less sticky.

"Fuck, Dave. Cosmo was right again. That's a great position. We could handle each other's bodies so freely, and I loved bouncing on your cock until I exploded."

I nuzzled close to her, feeling our saliva-covered, but no longer cum-covered, skins contacting closely.

"I'm glad I could help you add to your stock of real-world experiences. That fuck was wonderful. This has absolutely been the best week of my life, and it's not just getting blown and laid two or three times a day. It's everything about you. And I'm having so much fun watching you try out everything the world had to offer, from my cock up your ass to Naomi Henderson's fresh cilantro. I want to keep doing this forever."

"I love you, Dave."

"I love you too, Rosemary."