A Wish for Something More

(Author's Note: To anyone who is waiting for me to write more chapters to any series I may have going, don't worry. I've just been really busy, so I haven't had a lot of time to do anything. I did, however, have inspiration strike me, so I wrote this story right away, because I was afraid I might lose it. I hope you enjoy it for the time being. LQ1203).

My name is Lucas. Lucas Evans. I'm twenty-five, and...I'm still a virgin. I know what I want, but...I'm afraid to tell the girl of my dreams how I feel. I'm afraid she'll stop being my friend.

Maya Hodge is beautiful. She's only five-two, but she's built like an hourglass, not fat, mind you, but curvy and...You get the picture. She's a dyed blonde with black hair, at least I think she has black hair. That's the color of her eyebrows, but...but anyway, she has dyed blonde hair that she usually wears in a ponytail, kind of like a short, curvaceous Betty. She has beautiful light-brown eyes, almost an almond color, with small, red, sultry lips that I'd like to kiss...N...Never mind that. She has smooth round breasts that I think are C-cups, at least, that's all I can tell from seeing the tops of them when she wears a lowcut shirt. Her skin is a smooth milky-white, like she bathes in honey...Point is...Point is, she's gorgeous.

Now me? I'm a dork. I don't like being made fun of, but I'm honest with myself. I'm a five-nine, skinny white-boy with mussy brown hair and dark eyes and a thin face...I don't really like my image in the mirror. Plus, it doesn't help that I wear glasses. They just subtract more from my self-esteem.

But Maya is my angel. I work at a tech-firm that contracts out to the military, and Maya was hired at the same time I was. We even trained together...I fell in love with her the very moment I saw her.

She knew I was an introvert, and she's tried hard to get me to come out of my shell. That's what she always calls me...Mr. Hermit Crab. I've only really been open about myself to her...I spend most of my time holed up in my apartment coding an RPG I'm working on...have been working on...for the last three years.

She always tells me about her boyfriends, but she goes through them pretty fast. She's burned through three of them since the year I've known her. She always tells me she wants something more, wishes for something more, but she can never find it. She doesn't know that she's preaching to the choir.

Anyway, Maya likes to talk, and she's told me that she likes that I'm always there to listen. Now I am definitely no expert on romance, but I do know what that means. That means 'friend zone'. I think I'm permanently stuck in that 'friend zone', but I'm also in love with her, and there's nothing I can do about it. I want to tell her how I feel, and I want to sweep her up in my arms, and...I know that's never going to happen.

But that's where Roddy comes in. Roddy Oberman. Roddy's an old buddy from all the way back since junior high, a dork like me, but his thing was always robotics. Turns out, Roddy's a genius when it comes to robotics and AI, and he's been working on a project for years that I just recently found out about. He's actually managed to make human-looking androids, and they're supposed to mimic human functions...warmth, touch, the feel of the skin...natural secretions...Roddy was always kind of a horndog. All of that intelligence, and he uses it to build sex-bots...Oh, well. I guess it works out for me, anyway.

These androids aren't cheap. Roddy's previous inventions have netted him some serious dough, so he's like...a multi-millionaire now and owns his own company, but this little android project is something he does on the side. I know he's sold some of them already, but only to people he trusts, and that's only to people he knows. What he's doing is illegal, apparently, but he's doing it anyway. That's Roddy for you.

Anyway, he's agreed to make an android of Maya for me. I know, it's disgusting what I'm doing, but I can't help it. If I can't have Maya, then I want the next best thing.

Roddy swears by these androids, so...that's why I'm currently at his mansion in the hills, down underground, in his secret lab, on a Saturday morning. You see, he's already made the Maya-bot using the pictures and info I've given him, and he's not even charging me for it. He said he'd do it for free because we're buds, because there's no way I could afford to buy it. The price tag is...more than I'd make in a lifetime. All he's asked is that I rate how his bot compares to the real thing...Like I would even know. He doesn't know I'm still a virgin.

I walked across the concrete floor of Roddy's huge lab. He had all kinds of equipment scattered about on computer-laden tables, stuff that I couldn't begin to identify, and I worked for a tech firm. Roddy, himself, was there waiting by some compartment tubes that were sealed off with white curtains, and he was giving me his trademark smirk, something I'd put up with since I'd known him.

Roddy was a tall and skinny white-boy like me, but he'd ditched his glasses for eye surgery a long time ago. He had crazy black hair and blue eyes, and he looked the part of a mad scientist, but he certainly didn't dress like one. He had on blue jeans and a black shirt that read, in red print, 'You Spent Last Weekend at the Gym-I Spent Last Weekend Fucking Your Sister'...Well, Roddy's always been kind of a horndog...I mentioned that, didn't I?

"Okay, me pal, me boyo, me bro," grinned Roddy. "I'll give you a show of some of my previous work, and then I'll reveal the grand prize...By the way, you need some new threads, Lucky. You look like a dweeb in that tie."

I was wearing my white dress shirt and dark-blue tie along with my brown slacks and brown dress shoes. These were my work clothes, because even though it was the weekend, I didn't have any 'going out' clothes. The truth was and always had been that...I never went out.

"Thanks, Rod," I sighed.

"Hey now," said Roddy with a facetious frown. "You cheer up right now. You're about to get the girl of your dreams for free, no strings attached. That's something to look forward to, right?...Right?"

"Yeah," I breathed out. "It's not really the same, though..."

I was going to be disappointed anyway; I just knew it. There was no way that Roddy could possibly have made an android that could mimic human bio...lo...gy...

"Nonsense, Lucky," grinned Roddy as he pulled back the first curtain, and what he revealed stopped any thought I had in its tracks.

In front of me was a nude young woman, probably in her late twenties, five-ten, hourglass body, big D-sized breasts with dark-red nipples, long black wavy hair that spilled around her bare, tanned shoulders, dark eyes, full lips, and a very, very, very realistic bald vulva between her legs. I could even see the reddish inner-lips of her vulva hanging down.

"Ta da!" said Roddy with a wide smile.

"Oh my...goodness..." I said in a breathless whisper.

This was a joke. It had to be. I mean, this gorgeous nude young lady was standing in front of me, but she wasn't blinking or moving, so...

"M...May I touch it?" I asked in a shaky tone.

"Be my guest," grinned Roddy. "I don't call her 'it' though. Her name's Samantha."

I reached forward and gingerly ran my right index finger along the top of 'Samantha's' bare left breast. Her breast was smooth and soft and warm, and my eyes widened as I gasped and pulled back out of reflex.

"That's a real woman, Rod!" I choked out.

Roddy guffawed, shook his head, and pushed me aside. He reached back behind 'Samantha's' head, and I heard a loud click. There was a loud hiss as her face opened up like a door, and I gaped at the working micro-electronics that made up the interior of that beautiful face.

"Nope," chuckled Roddy. "That's my Samantha-bot...Hang on just a sec. Let me flip her on."

He reached around her head again, there was another click, and her face plate hissed shut. He then stepped back and pulled a little black remote from his right jeans pocket.

"Meet Samantha," he said confidently.

He pushed a button, and I watched in amazement as 'Samantha's' eyelids fluttered for a second. She stepped forward and ran the index finger of her right hand down my tie, and I felt myself getting a little stiff below.

"Hey, big boy," she said in a husky voice. "I'm looking for some nice...haaard...cock to stuff inside me..."

"Uhhh, Roddy..." I said shakily.

Roddy just laughed and used his remote to put her back in her compartment tube. Samantha went back to staring straight ahead, unblinking.

"Next is Shannon," he said as he pulled back the next curtain.

Before me was a tall and slender redhead, young, like twenty-one, six-foot, with small B-cup breasts and small pert, pink nipples in the centers of them. Her fiery red hair was up in a coif that hung down in the back like a small river of lava, and between her legs was a mess of curly red pubic hair.

"She's my Irish beauty," said Roddy. "I have a thing for redheads."

"You make them with pubic hair?" I asked.

"Yeeeah..." drawled Roddy. "That's how they naturally come in the real world, Lucky...Actually, Shannon was my first bot that I made pubes for. You should feel them. They feel realistic."

"I...I don't...I don't know..." I said nervously.

"I'm giving you a bot for free," frowned Roddy. "Don't insult me, you dork. Give it a feel."

I cautiously reached down and felt between 'Shannon's' legs. Her hair did indeed feel real, as did the supple and smooth lady parts beneath it.

I felt my penis stiffening into a full-blown erection, and I had to concentrate to keep it from going up. I didn't want Roddy to know that I was a virgin. He'd surely know if he saw me with a hard-on trying to poke its way out of my slacks.

"It...It does feel realistic," I said nervously.

"I know," nodded Roddy. "I have Shannon programmed to be mildly sadistic. She's a take charge kind of girl."

He hit some buttons on his remote, and Shannon came to life right in front of me. She stepped forward, reached down, and grabbed my balls with her right hand, just clutched them right through my slacks and underwear. I squealed as that sudden pain hit me, but my voice trailed off as she grabbed the back of my hair with her left hand and pulled my head back to stare up at the concrete ceiling above us.

"You're going to fuck me, little bitch," hissed 'Shannon'. "I'm going to torture your pathetic little balls and twist..."

Roddy quickly fiddled with his remote, and Shannon let go of me. She stepped back into her compartment tube and went lifeless again.

"Whoops," said Roddy sheepishly. "I had her turned up a little high...That's kind of the way I like her...Anyhow, next is Artemis."

I took in a deep breath and waited for the pain in my balls to subside as Roddy pulled back the next curtain.

"This is my luscious African-American model, my black beauty," he said matter-of-factly. "I've always wanted to fuck a girl of every ethnicity. My next model will be Indian, I'm thinking, or maybe Thai. I haven't decided."

The next young woman had dark-brown skin with patches of even darker-brown skin here and there. She had silky black hair that went to her shoulders and a bald, dark-brown vulva between her legs. Her breasts were huge, at least double D's, with great big dark nipples in their centers, and her butt was bigger than I was used to, but she was definitely gorgeous. Roddy certainly knew how to make female anatomy look pleasing.

"Oops," said Roddy quickly. "I forgot to show you this. Watch this function. The other two you've seen have it, of course, but I haven't shown it yet."

He hit something on his remote, but nothing happened. This 'Artemis' didn't move.

"Now reach down between her legs," nodded Roddy. "Go on, Lucky. Stick a finger in her twat."

I wasn't even arguing with him anymore. These androids were amazing, and I wanted to learn more about them, whatever I could.

I took in a deep breath and reached down between this bot's legs. My right index finger slid into Artemis' warm vagina, and I felt a thick and creamy fluid flow over my exploring digit. I pulled out my finger in surprise and inspected it. There was a blot of white, warm cream on my fingertip.

"That's the lube function," said Roddy. "These first three bots have lube that's made from a synthetic compound I created, but your Maya-bot is different."

"Oh?" I asked as I rubbed the cream on my index finger between my other fingers. "How so?"

"Maya's lube is something that was created differently," he explained. "It has the actual composition of sebaceous fluid. Maya's something special."

"Special?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," replied Roddy. "She's one of a kind. You'll see."

He pulled back the last curtain, and I couldn't breathe for a moment. There she was, the girl of my dreams, fully nude, staring off into space, unmoving.

I couldn't even think at that moment. All I could do was gape at her.

"I knew you liked that one story you read online about the sex-joint in the desert with all of those naked girls," replied Roddy. "You had a thing for that Ariadne girl for a while, remember? That's why I cut her hair short for you."

I looked upon Maya and took in a loud gulp. She was as beautiful as ever, but with her new blonde pixie cut, the very sight of her went straight to my heart, and I hadn't even looked at the rest of her body yet, just her face.

"She's gorgeous," I said in breathless wonder.

I looked over her nude body and took it into permanent memory. Roddy only had pictures of the real Maya, but he was an expert in biometrics, so I had put my trust in him...but still...she didn't look exactly the way I'd pictured her to be. Her breasts were a nice C-cup size, and that was fine, but her nipples were a dark-brown color, as were the inner lips between her smooth and shaved vulva.

I looked her up and down and felt my breath quicken as I studied her with the intensity of a watchmaker. I leaned my head to the right as I watched the milky-smooth skin of her face and shoulders turn a slight red, and this surprised me.

"Is she blushing?" I asked.

"I told you, Lucky," nodded Roddy, "Maya's special. For one thing, she doesn't need a remote. She's programmed differently than the others. Plus, she's already on, and she reads all of your expressions and actions and reacts accordingly. I think you've embarrassed her a little with all of your gawking."

"Oh..." I said uncertainly.

This was incredible. This was so much more than I could have hoped for.

"This is amazing," I said quietly. "More than I could have hoped for...Her nipples are brown, though."

"Yep," nodded Roddy. "So's her asshole. She's a natural raven under that blonde dye, and they tend to have darker naughty bits than most white women, so I went with that. Is that a problem?"

"N...No," I stammered. "It's not what I was expecting, but that's fine."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched the Maya-bot's pert lips turn down a bit as her eyes wandered a little to the side...Man, Roddy had really done his homework on human expressions and reactions.

"Her reactions are amazing," I said in amazement. "So lifelike."

"Oh, yeah," shrugged Roddy. "She's unique...but enough of that. Look, I offered to make you a Maya-bot, so I did, but now I'm offering something else."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked. "What's that?"

"I kind of want the Maya-bot for myself," explained Roddy, "but I made you a promise, and I'm keeping it. However, I'm willing to give you one of my other bots in her place so that I can keep Maya. After all, you don't seem to like the way I colored her nipples and pussy..."

"No, no," I said quickly.

My mind was already made up on this one. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was sticking to it.

"No," I said again, more firmly this time. "I want her. I want Maya."

"You do?" asked Roddy. "Are you sure? What about the color of her..."

"She's beautiful," I said quickly. "I don't care about the color of her nipples or her other parts. She's gorgeous...Before I met Maya, I would have had trouble choosing between the three other bots, but with Maya in the mix...there's no contest. I definitely want her."

"Okay," shrugged Roddy. "She's all yours, then."

I watched in fascination as a slight smile turned up on the Maya-bot's incredibly lifelike lips.

Roddy clapped his right hand on my left shoulder and grinned over at me.

"Why don't you test her out right now?" he nodded. "You can use one of the guest rooms upstairs. You'll have complete privacy; I promise."

That sound a little...ugh...to me. Doing it with a bot in your friend's house? That's like masturbating at a friend's house. It just sounded weird and a little wrong.

"I don't know, Rod," I said with a slight frown.

The Maya-bot stepped forward and laid her left hand upon my right shoulder.

"Please, Master," she said gently. "I want to be with you right now. I can't wait."

She sounded exactly like Maya, and this freaked me out a little. I'd given Roddy some voice clips of the real Maya, but Goddamn did he nail her voice in the programming. I was truly impressed with him at that moment.

I was contemplating this when a strange scent hit my nostrils. I breathed it in, a rich, tangy aroma, like a strange type of perfume.

"What's that smell?" I asked.

"Why?" asked Roddy with a raised eyebrow. "Does it smell bad?"

"No," I said in confusion. "It's smells good. It's kind of a...a rich, tangy scent..."

"That's her pussy you're smelling," chuckled Roddy. "I think she's a little wet because she's excited. She really wants to ride you."

"She really is different from the others," I said in wonder. "Really advanced."

"Yep," nodded Roddy. "Now go upstairs and fuck her, me pal. Tell me how it goes afterwards."

"Oh...okay," I said quietly, but I really wasn't listening.

The Maya-bot took my right hand in her left, leading me toward the stairs up to the main floor of the mansion. My mind was in a daze, and any apprehension I had about fucking this android in my friend's home went straight out the window. Maya and her beautiful naked body and her bright smile and her happy glow...That was all I could see.

We walked up the stairs as the Maya-bot led me toward an unknown destination, but I was really kind of out of it, so I just followed her without question. I stared at her beautiful, incredibly-realistic, lifelike face in strange awe and wonder as we walked along, hand-in-hand.

"You're so beautiful," I said quietly. "It's like I'm dreaming..."

"Thank you, Master," said Maya-bot shyly, and I watched her skin turn a little red again.

She led me up the grand stairs to the third floor, then down a hallway, and then to a private guest bedroom. I took that time to memorize the curves of her back and her beautiful naked bottom, and my penis was fully erect by the time we reached our destination. I had always fantasized about seeing Maya naked, and Roddy's rendition was so flawless that my body could not tell the difference between fiction and reality.

She opened the door for me and led me into a small bedroom. This room had a single king-sized bed covered with a light-blue quilted blanket, the carpet beneath it a short navy-blue, the walls in periwinkle-blue...It was all very blue, but I could deal with that. Light streamed in from two small windows on the east wall, but I could deal with that as well. No one could see us from this height, anyway.

The Maya-bot shut the white-wood door to our guest bedroom, turned, and stood before me, still fully nude, still a soft smile on her beautiful red lips. Oh, my penis was as solid as stone, but my brain was having second thoughts. What if, somehow, the real Maya found out about this? She would call me a pervert and a disgusting predator and...I was getting cold feet, even with a burning hard cock threatening to melt through my slacks.