Human Android Ch. 06

(Don't blame my editor for any errors, as this was rushed out without his kind assistance.)

"Hi Larry," Vernon cheerily greeted his friend. He stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, with a disarming smile on his face. He watched his friend turn from the computer screen with his mind still on whatever it was he had been working on.

"Hi Vern," he absently replied. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he added.

"Nice morning for a stroll, bit restless as well. Couldn't sleep with a mystery on my mind," he said. On opening the door he had detected the scent of a woman, amongst the bitter smell of electronic circuits. Now he was sure, his geeky friend had made a conquest, and it amused him.

That must be why he hadn't been pestered for the promised, all important, magic games console. His reception was always hit and miss, not just with Larry either, but this was more than usually off-putting. Perhaps the new friend was a pariah and Larry didn't want anyone to see her. Or, maybe Larry was afraid she might fall for the campus heart-throb.

It was his skills in electronics that brought the two friends together, when Larry devised some surveillance devices for his uncle. Somehow their personalities fit together; the awkward teenager, with the confident man of the world. Both of them were eighteen, yet polls apart, where experience of life was concerned. They were both quietly spoken and thoughtful and both could handle an awkward situation, with words or violence.

Vernon smiled again, when his friend looked toward the bedroom door, wearing a worried look. He felt like reassuring Larry, that whoever it was, they were safe from him. He already had what he wanted. "I was curious about a girl dressed in a French maid outfit. Gave her a lift to near here, last night, wondered who she might be."

Larry looked startled for just a moment. He couldn't help glancing furtively toward the bedroom door. "She had big tits, like Rebecca's mom. Probably false as part of the outfit," he added. The look on his friends face was comical. He was trying to cover up a look of angry guilt, with nonchalance, only the emotions rippled over his face while it grew red with embarrassment.

"OK! No problem, I just thought I'd ask that's all. I had to come by anyway, to deliver a promise. Why are we whispering?" Vernon suddenly asked. He noticed Larry was too distracted to ask what was meant by a promise. Why wasn't he clamouring for the games console?

"Come on Larry, who have you got in there?" Vernon chided him. He chuckled with a conspiratorial look on his face, meaning to get him to introduce this new found friend. Whatever was going on, it was important to him, so Vernon wasn't going to push too hard. The look of defiance on Larry's face was enough to warn him off.

"OK! Do you want this games machine or not?" Vernon asked, pointing at a box just outside the door. The lurid colours and pictures were enough of a clue as to what it was. Larry's look of despondency rattled him.

Vernon picked up the box and brought it in, plonking it down on the sofa. "Mind if I use the bathroom," he asked.

"Yea, sure, Vern. Hey, thanks for the mark two," Larry softly said, obviously trying to sound enthusiastic, though failing.

Vernon waved away the thanks as he strode to the bathroom. The lack of interest confirmed something was up. A girl could do that to a guy. If she was the type to mess with Larry, he was just the person to put her right.

A black something, with frilly white trim, was spilling out from a laundry basket. He opened it up and smiled to himself. The French maid outfit! Remembering what happened last night his expression turned to anger. His friend's girlfriend had been abused by those morons! So that was why Larry was so jumpy. It was reason enough to whisper if she was sleeping off the hurt.

She hadn't seemed drunk, like the waitress, but there was something wrong. He had sensed it on entering that dirty room last night.

From the bathroom another door led into the bedroom. He pushed it gently, anticipating the telltale sticking point that would herald a squeaking groan of wood on wood or hinges shrieking. Luckily it was silent. Opening it enough to stick his head around the door, he did just that.

It wasn't a young girl asleep in the bed, it was a mature woman. The face was in repose at an unfamiliar angle with an unfamiliar expression on her face. She moaned, creasing her brow from a bad dream, or memory. He ducked back in, with that familiar image about to make sense; to be recognised. Vernon flushed the toilet and put his hand on the door to the lounge that was really a workshop.

His upper body carried on through the door while his feet had just caught up with the shock. Consequently he stumbled in. Larry stood in the same spot, looking down at the games console wrapping, still unopened. The looks that passed between them confirmed Vernon now knew and that each other knew it too.

Vernon marched across the room and grabbed his friend's shirt in both fists. "You had better tell me what's going on here," Vernon slowly stated. The familiar threatening voice was low and heavy. It had never ever been used against Larry, before this moment.

"It's none of your business, just go. Get out!" Larry hissed quietly back at him.

"It is my business. You have my girlfriend's mother in that bed. I want to know what's been going on. Shit! Last night, did she tell you about that?" he asked, while slowly shaking Larry in a tight grip. He knew his friend was no push over, another reason why he liked the guy, but he just stood there taking it. He looked exhausted.

"You OK?" he asked.

The sudden change in tone of voice, to one of thoughtfulness, woke Larry from the nightmare as though he had been slapped. He hadn't slept all night, thinking her ordeal last night had been his fault. He was still wondering what he could do about it.

"You're out of your depth, you need help. She's a professor, the head of a department, and she's in your bed. Let me help you buddy. I'm discreet Larry, you know that," he said.

They were touching foreheads. So close, Larry couldn't help seeing the stark sincerity in his eyes. He could no longer hold back the tears. In both eyes drops blossomed but did not fall.

Vernon pulled back, embarrassed for his friend. "I'll make a coffee while you tell me everything," he demanded. It was beginning to hit him, harder than a blow from that big lug of a football player. He and Rebecca had walked in on her mother last night. She had been in an orgy with those stupid people, waiting for more idiots to arrive! She wore a mask so none recognised her, thankfully, not even her daughter.

Bob and his friends were morally retarded, hence the dismal condition they found the two women in that room. Why had she been there? Why was she just there waiting for more? Shaking his head, Vernon attempted to put aside the doubts until he heard Larry's tale of woe. Realising he had just been standing there, he spooned coffee granules into a couple of mugs.

"Why do you drink this stuff?" Vernon asked, shoving a mug into his hand.

"Because it's quick and easy to make and it tastes reasonable every time," Larry answered, more like his old self, while on safe ground. "You just get used to it," he added.

"Not bad. So how did the hard case professor get into your bed? Start at the beginning and tell me. You need serious help, my friend," Vernon stated. He watched the geeky guy nod his head. The look on his face relaxed on realising he could share the burden with a dependable friend.

"Remember when I cleared out Rebecca's garage? There was an old android there and I thought it might be useful, to examine its programming. When I got the thing back here I realised it wasn't just a maid-droid, it had all the woman's bits, like a sex-droid. It was only afterwards, I found out who it was," Larry said, with a clear look of embarrassment on his face. He seemed to be in a dream world, drifting off to right back where it started.

Vernon didn't want to interrupt as Larry started to make more sense, when talking about the technical issues of an implant. Vernon was already putting together what must have happened at the party, why she just lay there, waiting for the orgy to continue.

"She's vulnerable Vern, I've got to protect her," he spoke earnestly, wanting Vernon to understand.

"It's not your fault! She shouldn't have agreed to have the operation in the first place. Those large breasts and the implant, they're all because her husband wanted them. She maybe a demanding and controlling woman at college but at home she's a natural submissive," Vernon told him.

He was trying to work out what to do. Not just for Larry, for whatever they did, it had to work for him and Rebecca too. "You can't keep her here, Larry, there's a no pet rule in your lease," Vernon reminded him, and was pleased to get a smile.

"She will be noticed, coming and going from here, and Rebecca will want to know where she is if she stays away from home," he firmly told his friend.

"She should go away for the next few weeks until college starts. Does she have parents?" Vernon asked.

"No she doesn't," Anne said. She spoke bluntly and to the point.

Larry floundered on seeing her suddenly appear.

There was no need to introduce them. Larry felt cut off from them both as they looked at each other, like sparing partners, each weighing up the other.

It was a shock to see the professor wearing nothing but a large shirt. She didn't seem bothered about it, so he shouldn't be either, but he was. There was something wrong about seeing your girlfriend's mother so sexily dressed.

Her large breasts were trying to emerge from the top, where the buttons couldn't be fastened. The shirt tail and front were short and the sides scooped up, to reveal smooth thighs, up to her hips. If she turned too quickly, everything would be on show, for it was clear she wore no underwear.

A flash of insight worried him. A responsible professor should be embarrassed being dressed like this, before two young males, yet she stood there perfectly calmly, not even trying to pull the shirt together. A slut wouldn't be bothered about being dressed like this, not bothering to find underwear; even if it was Larry's old pants.

"Do you want some coffee," she asked.

At least she wasn't flirting or making eyes at Larry in front of his friend. Maybe he was jumping to the wrong conclusion.

"You are right, I should get away until the surgeon gets back," she said, while pouring hot water into a mug.

"No parents," he repeated, nearly adding, 'no husband either'. "So what about a favourite aunt?" he asked.

"Auntie May! That sounds like a good idea. I need to phone her, can't just turn up out of the blue," she said. Her voice was matter of fact, with a hint of resignation thrown in. "Could you get me some clothes from home, I've nothing to wear," she shrugged.

The simple movement lifted her breasts, and the shirt tails, upward. Her bare thighs and what was between them was nearly revealed. The casual movement hadn't been missed by Vernon. Was it that she no longer cared, or was it a sign of something more insidious?

***

Vernon packed a suitcase with what he thought she should wear, not caring if she agreed or not. Luckily he didn't run into Rebecca. To keep Larry happy he volunteered to drive Anne to the aunt's place, which wasn't going to put him out too much. He figured Anne wanted them to have time together, to make sure he kept quiet about the mess she was in, when returning to Rebecca.

The conversation was sparse and stilted, and it was no wonder, considering the circumstances. How does an important professor thank a student for rescuing her, and her daughter, from an orgy?

She wanted to ask who the young guy was; the one who took her from behind last night. It seemed important to at least know his name, after being so intimate, though it was impossible to articulate such a condemning question.

Anne began to nod off in the warm car. The constant thrum of electric motors combined with the soft hiss of tyres on the highway, lulling her into sleep.

***

"Hi honey, had a good day in class?" Professor Anne asked.

"Sure! You had a good day in class?" her daughter teased back.

"I was just wondering, if you knew a certain boy on campus, a member of the sports team," Anne asked her daughter.

"Well that eliminates a lot! What does he look like?" Rebecca asked, while fixing her hair. She was wondering who the unlucky guy was, and what trouble he was in. she knew only too well her mothers reputation as a fierce harridan.

"Well, I didn't get a good look at him. He was tall and muscular, probably a football player, as he was with Bob at the time. He was close behind me so I didn't get to see him," she said.

"Well that helps, if it was one of Bob's friends. Oh! My! He didn't goose you did he, mom?" Rebecca giggled.

"Of course not, how rude, the very idea of it!" Anne complained.

"No I guess they wouldn't have dared. So where were you, with these two?" she asked. She turned to the mirror, to apply another layer of bright red lipstick.

"I was in their fraternity house, upstairs in one of the rooms. There was a young lady there too, as chaperone," Anne added. She could see her daughter wasn't listening, too busy concentrating on her make-up.

"I met the young man after Bob had finished with me, after fucking my face. I had to swallow loads of his cum too, which wasn't nice at all. In a way, it was convenient, as I hadn't eaten much all day. I hungrily ate out that waitress too. With his cum in my belly, and his cum mixed with her pussy juices, I felt full. It was that waitress who served us coffee the other day," Anne said.

"That's nice, mom," Rebecca dutifully answered, while concentrating on an eyebrow.

"It was interesting finding her sensitive places, and I think I found her 'G' spot, which I thought was just a rumour; at least no one has found mine. So, any way, when I finished the young lady off, his friend took me. He had a hold of my hips, really reaming me out with a big fat cock. So I had it both ends within an hour and a woman too, which was a novelty. I really learnt something new that evening," Anne said.

"That's good, mom, you're always keen on learning new things," Rebecca murmured.

"I don't know who he was, but he really fucked me hard and filled me up with lots of cum. I thought he was going to keep spurting his virile young sperm into me for ever. The young man must have been saving it up for ages then I happened to be there, so he deposited it all in me. I don't suppose he thought to introduce himself, as at the time I was a convenient cum bucket; just a female to rut with. I thought it best find out his name, even though they were just using me like a slut, so they couldn't be bothered to introduce themselves. It's only polite to remember someone's name you meet, isn't that right?" Anne asked her daughter.

"Yes, mom, you are right, of course," she mused, while adding a shiny lip gloss over the lipstick. She wanted it to last, as there might not be a chance to refresh it.

"I feel embarrassed not knowing his name, after meeting like that. You look rather slutty in that make-up and short dress, where are you going?" Anne asked.

"Funny you should mention Bob. He invited me over; said he had something to teach me. I know you're all for learning new things, so I'm going over to meet his friends. I'll try to find out who it was you bumped into the other evening, as he said he was going to introduce me to them all. I couldn't decide on which panties to wear with this skirt, so I haven't bothered to wear any. I would probably lose them anyway, so it's not worth it," Rebecca said.

"Well, I guess that's alright, you're starting to take after your mother. Don't forget, whatever he teaches you, give it your best and keep practising, until you get it right," Anne smiled at her daughter.

"Thanks, mom," Rebecca smiled back. "Don't wait up, I think I might be at it all night; he's got a lot of friends," Rebecca added.

***

Anne shuddered on waking from a light nap. The dream was highly disturbing, and did her conscious no good at all. She blinked her eyes from the harsh glare of morning sunlight, slanting into the car. It took a few miles to recover her composure. It was about time she got a grip of herself.

She made Vernon promise not to tell her daughter about the rescue, from Ben and his friends. In return she agreed not to stop Rebecca going out with him and even approved of their relationship.

Vernon looked at her, seeing this as the professor he knew and disliked, as everyone else did in college. She wasn't just tough, she could be mean too. For Larry's and Rebecca's sake, he kept his temper.

A previous girlfriend, Jean, could have done with a little sympathetic help, when she became pregnant. Instead, this tough woman expelled her. The rules were the rules, she had recited to the poor girl.

No consideration had been made for a mistake at the doctor's office, leaving the girl unprotected. The medication casually dished out should have lasted six months, only it turned out to be a faulty batch. Surely she could have shown some sympathy for Jean, and just sent her on a sabbatical. It was all the more maddening to know, this stuck up bitch, had been cavorting with a bunch of the most brainless guys on campus.

Gladly he dumped her off at her aunt's house, without having to go through tedious introductions, and sped off back to the campus.

***

"Hi Uncle John," Anne greeted him with a hug. He was as she remembered, still tall and upright, with a powerful build for a man of fifty. What a contrast to Agatha that was.

He was surprised how hard she gripped him, even pressing herself against him, unless it was his imagination. "How was the trip?" he dutifully asked. The formalities were over so he was keen to get on with the usual routine.

"I'm going to give Agatha a massage, it's due now," he said.

"Can I help," she said, feeling guilty for not visiting before now. Her aunt was bedridden and a massage, in a small way, helped keep some strength in her muscles and avoided bedsores.

"Thanks for the help. You look as though you need a massage too. A meditative one rather than invigorating," he suggested. It was more a polite suggestion, a word of thanks, rather than meant.

"That would be good, I need to relax after a rough week in college," she answered.

John didn't expect Anne to take up the offer, as she had always been a prude. "I thought everyone was off at the moment," he said, by way of avoiding the issue.

"Believe me it's been a tough week. There are still students on campus and that always means trouble. As for William leaving, well, that knocked me down too," she sighed.

"I'm sorry, it must have left you vulnerable, less able to cope with student problems," he huffed, with sympathy. "There's a proper table in the spare room. I'll give you a first class relaxing massage," he told her.

In the guest room she undressed and wrapped a towel around her body. She was getting used to being undressed in a near stranger's home. It was good of him to put up with her, considering he had Agatha to look after. They hadn't been in contact for a long time yet he hadn't hesitated when she asked to visit for a few days.

Anne arranged herself on the leather table, nestling her face into the hole, almost ready to fall asleep. She heard him come in and light candles around the room, then the lights went out. She wondered what she was doing there, lying naked, waiting for Uncle John to touch her. She had always hated being touched. Had all those recent experiences left her so untroubled over being naked and stroked?