I have a few seconds of shuddering and twitching in the aftermath of what just happened. As the android disengages, I feel a tell-tale wetness seeping down my thighs, and I'm surprised the android actually ejaculated. How does that even work? Does he have a reservoir in there somewhere? Or does he have organic testicles? I try and think back to the ad I saw. I recall he's constructed of biological components–real human skin and organs, but not a human brain. His whole biological system is run by an AI that's not even physically housed in his body. It's backed up by some physical components, a ‘computer’ I guess. So he'll work even when he's not hooked up to Wi-Fi, but he works best if he's wirelessly streaming his programming at all times. So his cum would be one of those biological components. It shouldn't be viable right? Wouldn't that be crazy if an android impregnated someone? No, the developers would definitely see to it that would never happen. Imagine the liability!

The Android–I need to think of a name for him–scoops me up into a bridal hold and turns to the screen where Shane is sitting back looking shell shocked.

He grabs the camera, returning it to its former position and with a flippant, "Later, spaceman." He disconnects the video call, then turns and starts carrying me down the hall and up the stairs. I have a minute to think as I snuggle against his warm, broad chest.

The way it speaks to Shane is strange. This android is synced to me and only supposed to behave exactly as I want him to, but I would never talk to Shane that way. Not only am I 100% devoted and in love with him, but our relationship dynamic is one where I always want to please him. I love being his ‘good girl’ and when he's pleased with me I feel a warm satisfaction and contentment that radiates filling my whole being. And he's pretty much always pleased with me, full of complements and praise. So before he left, I guess I was floating on a cloud of sex, endorphins, and contentment most days. I guess these past six months I've been dealing with a kind of withdrawal.

Maybe I'm actually upset with Shane in a way I can’t bring myself talk to him about. He takes such good care of me, I would never complain to him that his decision to take this job and leave for so long has made me deeply unhappy. If he loves me so much, how can he up and decide to leave for so long? How is he fine and in such a great mood whenever we talk and I'm so miserable without him here? I feel like a needy mess just thinking about it.

So I guess it does give me a little thrill to hear the android speak to Shane in such flippant derision. And that's not my fault is it? I didn't order this android and I didn't sync myself up to him. So the consequences are Shane's cross to bear as far as I'm concerned.

Thinking on that, I wonder if I've let Shane go too far. Obviously everything this android did to me was consensual and intensely pleasurable. Rough treatment really does it for me, and he hit all the right buttons. But I didn't exactly consent to having a bot fulfill my every desire in the first place, did I? I'm confused about this because the android can't act against my will. Though I feel a little bit like Shane did by setting the whole thing up in the first place.

On the other hand, if I'm honest with myself, I want Shane making decisions for me. He bought this town house without consulting me and it was a great surprise when he moved us in. My car was a Christmas present. The cat and the sleep-pod were surprises as well. There's something really freeing and relaxing about letting Shane make all these decisions for me and just showing gratitude and being sweet to him. So holding this autocratic behavior against him now when I've encouraged it so often in the past wouldn't be fair.

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The android has carried me to the master bath and sat down cross-legged next to the tub, settling me in his lap. One hand has reached to fill the tub with steamy water and a bath bomb while he snuggles and pets me with the other. When I'm all settled in the tub, an awkward silence has descended, and I feel the need to make conversation.

"I should give you a name."

"If you’d like," he rumbles–and oh, his voice is pure sex, sending a shiver through my well sated body.

Since he’s open to the idea, I sit in the slow-rising water and deliberate for a while. I’m really drawing a blank, though. "I can't think of what it should be. How about you name yourself?"

"Alright," there's that voice again. "How about Rick?"

"Rick. Just Rick?" I try out the name. It's kind of a boring name for such a striking guy. Android. Whatever. I take a moment to gaze at his designer face. His dark hair is very close cropped, and his skin is a deep honey color. His eyes are rich, warm brown and he has the kind of strong, sharply sculpted facial features you would expect to see on a model or an actor with slightly full lips to balance it all out. Looking at someone so perfectly attractive, here in person, is slightly disorientating.

"Yeah…” The corner of his lush mouth cocks into a grin as he traces a pattern in the colored bath water. "Just Rick."

A notification beeps on the smart screen set in the tile wall on the far side of the tub. It's Shane video calling me.

"Ignore it," Rick suggests, still grinning.

I smile back but shake my head. "Answer Shane." I command the smart screen. Rick stands and leaves the room.

When Shane's face fills the screen, I don't know what to say to him. Talking with him has always been effortless, but right this second I'm at a loss. I suddenly feel as though I might cry. I draw in a deep breath and roll my eyes up toward the ceiling blinking a couple times in an effort to hold back tears.

Do not cry on this video call, you crazy woman! I mentally admonish myself. What am I even upset about?

"Babe," a concerned frown mars Shane's face, "Honey, it's okay. Listen I'm so sorry for springing the android on you. I don't know what I was thinking… It's just that you've been so lonely and sad, and I thought it would cheer you up." He rubs a hand over his stubbly chin. "You can get rid of it, if it's upsetting you–there is a service that will dispose of droids—”

I sit up with no thought to my nakedness and emphatically shake my head.

"I want to keep him. I'm just kind of in shock, you know? It was very intense, and I wasn't expecting it." He can’t help glancing at my chest as I talk, I guess I can't blame him when I have them out like this. "It was really expensive, wasn't it? With no returns allowed? Anyway, it's a gift. I wouldn't just throw him away."

"Okay," Shane sits back, relaxing a bit. "If you're sure."

Rick comes back in the room with a tray holding some fresh fruit, crackers and a glass of wine. Oh man, this is nice. He sets the tray across the bath and leans over to kiss me on the head. Then without a word he leaves the room again.

Shane grunts, obviously taken aback by Rick's sudden appearance. "Are you sure you're okay with it being there all the time? I admit, I was only thinking of it as a toy, but it's designed to be a companion."

"It's alright. Like you said, I've been feeling lonely. We still have a year and a half to go until I'll have you home. I won't mind hanging out with him." I give Shane a winning smile and try to sooth him, "He's not dangerous or anything."

"Yeah, ok." His concerned frown is back for a second and then he shakes his head, "I gotta go, Hun. Back to work. Love you."

"I love you too."

The video call disconnects.