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Chapter Two


Roger slept soundly after his little encounter with Dorothy. He lay clad only in bed sheets, his muscular arms holding Dorothy¡¦s small form securely to his larger one. Dorothy lay still against him, watching Roger sleep. Tuffs of his short black hair spiked randomly, Dorothy thought it was a peculiar change from his usual look of groomed perfection. His breath was heavy but peaceful.

¡¥Why did I do that? It was so spontaneous; I have no programming that could rationalize this.¡¦ Dorothy thought to herself. It was true; she wasn¡¦t made for these acts of spontaneity.

¡¥I should not have done that, it was inappropriate. I wanted to though¡KI really I wanted to.¡¦ Dorothy¡¦s eye had wandered away from Roger during her inner debate, so she did not see him open one eye and look at her.

¡§Dorothy?¡¨ Roger whispered. Her head snapped back to him and she saw the amusement gleaming in his open eye. She looked back at him with her calm and cold expression. Roger thought nothing of her lack of emotion, after all this was an android and this was the face she always made. Though deep down he had grown to like this expression on Dorothy. Far too many women were bursting at the seams with emotion. Roger hated that, he felt as if he had to walk on eggshells whenever he encountered a woman like that. Dorothy was calm and cool, like Roger.

¡§Yes Roger?¡¨ Dorothy asked. She was lying at his side with his arm tightly around her slender waist. She turned and cocked her head, looking at him.

¡§Not thinking of leaving are you?¡¨ Roger inquired curiously. It was hard to tell if he wanted her to or not. His voice didn¡¦t indicate either way. His eyes rested closed again, his arm around her didn¡¦t move though he heaved his other arm up and ran his long fingers through his mussed hair.

¡§Yes I was thinking of leaving.¡¨ Dorothy replied honestly.

Roger¡¦s fingers froze where they were and looked over to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and winced at the pain from his wound from the night before. For a few moments Roger and Dorothy just looked at each other. He was searching her eyes for anything at all, some kind of sign of any thought or emotion. He found nothing; her eyes were like a doll¡¦s. The only thing Roger could see in them was his own reflection.

¡§I want you to stay with me.¡¨ Roger blurted out without thinking. He looked over to Dorothy with honest eyes. Dorothy did not have a lot of experience with emotions and reading people but she saw anxiety and fear in Roger¡¦s and it was as plain as day. He sat there, ignoring the dull pain in his arm, waiting for her reply.

¡¥I haven¡¦t done anything to hold back my impulses tonight, why the hell would I start now??¡¦ Roger thought to himself. It was half statement and half berating himself about his behavior. In truth, after all the wondering and lusting after Dorothy he had done in secret, part of him was happy to have it somewhat out on the open.

¡§Not just tonight either.¡¨ Roger added quietly. ¡§I want you Dorothy.¡¨ The moment after he spoke he brought his hand over and cupped Dorothy¡¦s chin. He urged her face towards his and claimed her lips with his own. Dorothy, at first, did not respond.

¡¥This is wrong; I am not made to want him. I am not made to feel these things.¡¦ Dorothy¡¦s mind screamed at her. It was probably truth too, but after a moment of consideration, she began to slowly return Roger¡¦s kiss. She didn¡¦t care about what she was made for and what was right.

Roger¡¦s lips and hands became more confident and passionate as he pulled her completely on top of him. Dorothy¡¦s own fingers wandered up Roger¡¦s body and snaked through his jet hair. His hands strayed to the zipper of Dorothy¡¦s little black dress. His mouth moved from Dorothy¡¦s mouth down the cold skin of her neck. He trailed kisses down to her delicate shoulder. As he did so he unzipped her dress half way and paused. Roger tore his lips away from her cold, metallic skin.

¡§Can you¡KI mean are you capable of¡K¡¨ Roger asked tentatively. Dorothy knew to what he was referring to. It had to be addressed sometime before anything happened.

¡§Yes Roger, I am able to have sex. I am anatomically correct and have the capacity to feel both pleasure and pain.¡¨ Dorothy stated matter-of-factly. As she did she looked down into Roger¡¦s eyes and her mouth formed the smallest smile. When he saw this, his own smile appeared and mischief glinted in his eyes.

¡§Mmmmm¡K I see. So you can feel this?¡¨ Roger whispered huskily. Then he ran the tip of his tongue lightly from the hollow of her throat to the skin behind her ear.

¡§Yes I can feel it.¡¨ Dorothy whispered to him. She could indeed feel his tongue and his hot breath on her neck. Though she may not have showed it, she relished the feeling of it.

¡§Do you like it Dorothy?¡¨ Roger purred seductively to her. She did like it, she liked it very much. Dorothy also liked feeling his strong hands move down her back, unzipping her dress the rest of the way. She quickly kicked off her shoes while Roger slid the black cloth off her shoulders.

¡§Yes, very much.¡¨ She replied in a whisper as she pulled back the sheet that separated her from Roger. As he pushed her dress past her hips, she ran her small hands down Roger¡¦s abs to his once again hardened length. Roger tossed her little, black dress to the floor and admired the now-nude Dorothy straddling him.

She was perfect in his eyes. Her petite frame gave way to smooth, sexy curves. Her skin was cool and flawless. Roger paused a moment and took the sight of her in. She wasn¡¦t like a human female, she was better to Roger. He saw an ethereal quality in her and it made the passion within him boil over. Roger¡¦s thoughts were interrupted when Dorothy¡¦s cool hands found his rigid shaft and began to stroke him. His eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip. Her movements were making him moan and tremble, and she secretly relished it. She was beginning to enjoy the reactions that she could get from Roger. And of course he didn¡¦t mind at all.

¡§What do you want Roger?¡¨ Dorothy asked him. Roger could barely take his attention away from her strong grip on him, but he could hear the new-found playfulness in her voice. Roger opened his eyes and looked up at her. She had a smile on her face that was driving him crazy.

¡§Oh God Dorothy, I want to be inside you. I want you so much!¡¨ Roger moaned in a husky voice. His hands tightened their grasp on Dorothy¡¦s slender hips as her hands slowed to a stop and she guided his hard arousal into her body. Much to his delight and surprise, she was warm.

¡¥Oh God she feels so good. So warm and tight, it¡¦s like liquid gold.¡¦ Roger though to himself as Dorothy eased herself down onto him. She leaned forward and ran her tongue across his lips, seeking entry. He gladly met his lips with hers. It was a passionate kiss; their tongues warred with each other. He gave a desperate moan as he felt himself slide deeper and deeper into her. Then she began to move.

¡§Uhh yeah¡K Ride me.¡¨ Roger pleaded to Dorothy. She started rocking her hips back and forth, grinding against him in just the right way. It was slow at first, torturous and delicious at once. His hips immediately began to buck, meeting Dorothy¡¦s every movement. His hands went from their resting place on her hips to the apex of her thighs, to the womanly bundle of nerves that he knew to be there.

¡¥She is built like a woman, a beautiful, sexy woman.¡¦ Roger thought as he thrust up into Dorothy¡¦s inviting body.¡¦ He found what he was searching for quickly, rubbing his thumb over it. As he did, she felt Dorothy shudder slightly on top of him. Roger watched with lustful eyes as her lips parted slightly and let a quiet moan escape from them.

¡¥Oh! What is this feeling? I have never felt a sensation like this.¡¦ Dorothy thought to herself as he continued to grind on top of Roger. He watched a new display of expressions cover Dorothy¡¦s face that he had never seen before and he loved every moment of it.

¡¥I want to make her feel, I want to make her feel all of this. I know she can, I want to give her as much as I can.¡¦ Roger thought as he moved with Dorothy, back and forth. Then suddenly, without warning, Roger grabbed Dorothy¡¦s hips and flipped them both over. He looked down into her beautiful black eyes and her amused smile. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. As he did so Roger took both of Dorothy¡¦s small, delicate hands in his own large, strong ones.

¡§Wrap your legs around my waist.¡¨ Roger instructed softly. Dorothy nodded and complied. Then he squeezed her hands tightly and began thrusting into her. He was coursing with desire but he kept a lazy pace, he moved deep and slow. Dorothy¡¦s legs were wrapped tightly around Roger¡¦s waist. His forehead rested on hers as he watched her face. Dorothy¡¦s eyes were shut. Her face was calm but Roger could see the tiniest hint of pleasure.

¡§Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you feel.¡¨ Roger whispered into her lips. At the sound of his voice, her eyes opened and she looked deep within his. There was lust, there was pleasure, but there was something else. There was something that Dorothy could not place.

¡§Harder Roger¡Kplease. Harder.¡¨ Dorothy breathed. A moan escaped from her lips when he complied and began moving in and out of her harder and faster.

¡§How does it feel Dorothy? Please tell me.¡¨ Roger asked in a whisper. He then moved down to her neck, placing open mouth kisses on every inch of her skin he could reach.

¡§Good, it feels good. I feel you moving inside me, moving so deep.¡¨ Dorothy breathed. Her voice wasn¡¦t monotone anymore; her voice had the smallest hints of lust and desire. It was enough for Roger; her words sent him into an impassioned frenzy. He thrust harder and faster, determined to bring himself and Dorothy into an earth-shattering climax.

¡§Don¡¦t stop¡K¡¨ She pleaded to him. Their movements were desperate and filled with longing. Dorothy rocked her hips in unison with Roger, trying so very hard to reach the peak of what she was feeling for the first time.

¡§I couldn¡¦t stop if I wanted to.¡¨ Roger replied hoarsely. He continued pumping feverishly in and out of Dorothy, drawing them ever closer to orgasm.

In a matter of moments it hit them both simultaneously, sending them both into their climaxes. Dorothy cried out softly, her whole body overwhelmed by the sensations she felt. Roger cried out as well, repeating her name over and over again as he trembled and emptied himself within her body. He held on to Dorothy tightly, riding out this massive wave of pleasure.

¡§I love you Dorothy.¡¨ Roger confessed in an exhausted voice. His breathing was heavy and his body was still trembling as he opened his eyes and looked at Dorothy. She said nothing, only smiled a satisfied smile ran her hand over his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow.

¡§I want to stay here not just tonight, every night.¡¨ Dorothy stated in a whisper. Her words brought a smile to his face. Roger felt everything within him soar. The thing he had imagined and fantasized about for what seemed like forever was lying contently beneath him. Roger simply nodded his head then rolled over and pulled Dorothy close to him. It was true he had a big bed, far too big for one person. Then again, he wasn¡¦t alone anymore.

The End

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