ch.1 of "The Tutor" by Fembotlvr (looking for ch2)

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Part 1 of: The Tutor by Fembotlvr (originally posted March 10, 2002)

"Well, that should about do it for tonight. Did you bring the clipping I asked for?" Brenda asked with a smile. "Uh yeah I should have it right here. I read over it last night while.... oh!" I looked back up at Brenda as I realized where I'd left the paper. Her smile faded. "You didn't bring it with you?" I placed my pack down on the library floor beside the table, cleared my throat and smiled. "Uhm, no Brenda, I forgot it again." I said, trying to force a smile. "Layne, you've got to write these things down. If you make a list of things you need to do, or remember, or pick up at a store. Then those things will come to pass." Brenda closed her books and began to gather her things. I looked down at the table and pushed my chair back, then I had an idea to solve the problem. "Brenda. Look, if you need it now, tonight, my apartment is on campus and you can come by and grab it." I told her. Her eyes did a roll as if trying to decide. She let out a sigh and was about to say something when I continued on. "Or if you'd like I'd run and get it for you now if you have another tutor lesson?" I watched her expression and she relaxed a little. "No, no that's fine. I'll come with you to get it." She said as she closed her book "You know my room mates gonna kill me if I don't get it for her." I smiled and picked up my book bag. Then looked back at Brenda. She was a really cool person. Twenty-four years old, an undergrad working on her Bachelors Degree in Political Science. She was aiding as a tutor for several other students in various fields of study. It seemed as if she knew a lot about a lot of subjects. She had told me that she changed majors a few times already and was now set on her major. She had a dizzy kind of thing about her every once in a while. If you'd go off subject one to many times, she had a hard time following what point you were trying to make. I noticed this as I had a tendency to do this often.

We gathered our books and bags and headed out of the library and across the darkness towards my dorm. "It's pretty windy tonight. Bet it'll storm for sure." I told her. "Yeah, the clouds are pretty low and you can feel the humidity in the air." She said.

My stride was pretty fast and Brenda was able to keep up. "I've never asked Layne. But what are your room mates going to think when you bring me back with you?" I turned to see her teasing smile. "Don't really know. Because I don't have any." I told her. "Hey no fair! How'd you get so lucky to score a pad with no one sharing? I thought your place was big enough for three?" She asked with a pout. I stopped and was about to give her an answer when the sky lit up. Blinding fast, and white. The lightning had struck pretty close to campus. The thunder clap was only a second or two behind the flash. Brenda had stopped for a second, probably dazed by the brightness. Then she continued forward. "We'd better hurry. I've got a umbrella you can borrow if you need one to get back to your place." I told her. "I might need it." She said.

It took a little over eight minutes to reach my building at the steady pace we were going. The wind had picked up and leaves were dancing in the wind. "Layne, I'll wait here if you don't mind.?" Brenda said as we approached the door to my dorm. "You sure? It's a co-ed dormitory." I told her. "Yeah I know. I just....Layne you're a great guy and all. But." She started. "But what?" I asked. "Could you bring the umbrella back with you? It's starting to rain." She said in a sincere tone and with a smile. I glanced back at her and was trying to figure her out. Had I done anything to lead her on. "Yeah sure thing. I'll be right back." I turned and headed for the door. I extended my hand to pull open the door when I immediately felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

I never saw the lightning strike, only the deafening sound of the bolt as it hit nearby. It had knocked me off my feet. I opened my eyes to find that I was looking up at the night sky. Slowly I pulled myself up to a sitting position and rubbed the back of my head. The Wind was gusting wildly now, and there was a chill in the air. I turned around and asked. "Brenda, are you ok?" Thinking she was knocked off her feet as well. "Brenda?" There was no response. I turned back around to see where she had been standing and saw her also slowly coming to her feet. "Holy shit." I said as I stared at what used to be the flag pole in the court yard. "Damn, giant lightning rod alert." I said sarcastically. "Help me." Brenda said. I quickly ran over to her and helped her stand up. "You ok? That really knocked me for a loop. You too apparently." Brenda looked at me kinda confused. "Layne Bradford?" She asked. "Yeah that's me at your service. You had better come inside. Let's get out of this storm." I stated as I reached for her hand. "Wait, I must....not." She started to say. I gently placed my other hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Hey, don't worry. Let's get out of the storm. Once it's safe to go out, and you're feeling better, then go. I don't bite and you can check out the article before you give it to your room mate. Ok?" I told her. Brenda blinked a few times and then gave me a faint smile. "Alright, for a few minutes. I need....need to rest for a while." She said. "Ok then. Come on." I took her hand and guided her to the door. I thought for a second, that when she had said ok, her voice almost sounded distorted.

... Once inside and finding that the power itself was out, I had to search to find a few candles and a half dead flashlight. I had Brenda sit down in the recliner as I lit the candles. "Power must be out all over campus. Can I get you something to drink Brenda?" I asked. She turned and looked up at me. "What time is it Layne?" she asked. "Huh?" I asked. "There was an inconsistent energy surrrrrge." Her voice became synthesized and her head tilted to the left. "Brenda? Are you alright?" I asked walking over to her. She stared off straight ahead, not blinking. "Hello! Earth to Brenda?" I said waving my hand in front of her face. She continued to stare off across the room. I leaned over and touched her shoulder. She immediately sprung back to life. She looked up at me smiling. "Well Layne, that's enough for tonight. I'd betterrrr get ...... that article forrrrrr ....Sandra you know that that that that ......... Oh goodness." Brenda's head twitched to the left as she made her statement that made no sense. I could definitely hear her slur in a synthesized tone. She stood up and then stopped. Frozen in time. I took a step back, trying to process what I was hearing and seeing. A thousand things ran through my mind. She's having some kind a seizure from the lightning strike. She must have hit her head. She also sounds like an old fashion broken record, like a computer with a bad wave vocalizer. Like a.... "No way." I said aloud. I slowly set down the candle I was holding and walked up to Brenda. I waved my hand again in front of her face and snapped my fingers. She looked like a department store mannequin. Her eyes were open staring ahead. Her lips were slightly parted. I held my hand infront of her mouth hoping to feel her warm breath. I felt none. "Brenda, enough ok? You got me with the robot act." I said to her. Still she did not move. I turned and walked over to my desk and sat down. Straining to think what I should do. I knew that with all the recent advances in technology and robotics that androids were being designed and built. A friend of a friend had heard that the University was going to invest in a couple of prototypes to serve as professors. With the knowledge that could be stored in a computer and then taught in human like fashion to students. No errors could be made as far as what was being taught. But Brenda? I again turned back to face her. She had been tutoring me for just over three weeks now. We met together in the library's main hall every Wednesday and Friday evening from seven till nine.

Brenda was fairly attractive, about five-eleven in height. Brunette hair, down to just below her shoulders in a bob. Fair skinned, she wore glasses and had a light dusting of freckles. By all outwardly appearances she had a nice figure. I walked back over to her now inert body and was deciding on my next course of action when I saw her eyes close. Her body seemed to tense and straighten itself. I jumped back thinking that she was about to come to life when at that same moment the power was restored. The lights came back on and the radio started playing. I quickly turned around and moved to turn off the radio. Not wanting the noise right now. I turned back to Brenda who still remained motionless. I came back over to face Brenda and more closely examine her features. I reached up and carefully removed her glasses from off her face. I held them up to my eyes and as expected, the lenses were only glass. Not prescription. I carefully set them down on the end table beside the sofa and again reached up, this time to feel her hair. I was a little disappointed and surprised at its feel. Disappointed in the fact that it didn't feel artificial or like a wig might feel. Surprised at how real it did feel. I felt a sense of wonder as I slowly continued my careful inspection of Brenda, and a slight shameful at how aroused I was becoming. My member had stiffened considerably since I removed her glasses and the thought of just how real or not real she was for that sense of reality, kept pulling at the fore front of my thoughts.

I made a quick decision to not cross the line just yet by either removing articles of clothing or feeling her up. But instead I had an idea to check her purse and bags. I sat down on the sofa and picked up Brenda's purse and started to go through it. Lip stick, university ID, an empty address book, some change and about sixteen dollars in cash, and a white card with a magnetic strip. It had no labeling or other identification. I set the purse back down and then picked up her back pack. Inside were her study books associated with Political Science, a campus map, a list of students with names, phone numbers and time. My name appeared on the list so I assumed that it was her tutor list. Another university ID and pen like device. I withdrew the pen like instrument and examined it. It had a button at the top, was black and about six inches long. It wasn't a pen, as it was flat on the bottom. "Huh, wonder was this does?" I said aloud as I pushed the button. Immediately I heard a soft beep, then quiet again. I was lost in my thoughts when Brenda suddenly spoke in a flat monotone voice. "System reactivation engaged. Anomalous error detected. Starting secondary protocols." I nearly jumped back over the sofa as I was so startled at her sudden reanimation. "Brenda?" I asked. She still did not respond. I slowly stood up and stared at her. After what seemed like several minutes I decided that something must be terribly wrong with her. The lightning strike probably fried some of her circuits.

.......I moved back closer to Brenda and had raised my hand to touch her face when again she startled me. "Layne! What are you doing, and where am I?" She said with a jerk of her head turning towards me. Quickly, I took two steps back. "Brenda! Are you alright?" I asked hurriedly. Her expression was one of anger then puzzlement. "Layne. I'm fine. Now tell me where I am please." At that moment there was no indication that Brenda was an android. More like a really pissed off woman. "You're in my apartment. It's nearly 10 o'clock. You followed me here to collect a magazine article for your roommate when the storm outside dazed you a little." I explained. She considered this for a moment. Her expression seemed to relax a little. "The storm, outside...I was going to ...." She said a little confused. She took a step forward then looked at me sort of funny. "Brenda?" I asked as I extended my hand to help steady her. "How long have I been here Layne?" She asked. I took a quick glance at my watch then back at her. "Uhm about fifteen minutes is all." I told her. Her head tilted to the left and she had a pouting look for a brief moment as if trying to decide something. "I'm....late and need t t to ...." Brenda's head again twitched to one side, then back at me. "My primary processor has, has, has been damaged. Sssseveral of my logggicc circuits are corrupteddd. Must switch to to to secondary pro. . processor and auxiliary logggicc circuits. I am unnnnnable to maintain my huuuu...human appearance." Her slurred speech and repetitive head twitching again revealed her true nature. I reached for her hand and pulled her close to me. Gently I took my other hand and lifted her head up to look me in the eyes. "It's all right." I whispered to her, I let myself follow the urge I had and then I kissed her. My excitement grew as I held her in my arms. At first she seemed very rigid, then slowly, very slowly she started to return my kiss and embrace. I started to move my hands across her back and then let one hand run up through her hair as we both continued our lip lock. Brenda's hands began to wander slowly up my chest. I decided at this point to break apart and see at what point she was at. "How do you feel Brenda?" I asked. She smiled and looked back at me. "I feel fine now. My secondary systems and auxiliary circuits are engaged to compensate for the damaged ones. Would you like to continue in this activity?" She stated. I took her by the shoulders and gave her a quizzical look. "Brenda? What do you mean. Don't you have to get back to your place?" I asked her. She gave me pout look and then pointed her finger at me. "Don't be silly Layne. You invited me to your place. It's Friday night. You're a man and I'm....a full functional female." She said with a rye smile. And with that she grabbed me and pulled me close. We again kissed and this time her hands began to wander. First up and across my chest. The slowly down to my waist and to the buckle on my belt. As she began to unbuckle my belt I ran hands up to cup each of her breasts. I felt her arch her back and she kicked up one leg. Wow I thought to myself. Twenty minutes ago we were hurrying back here to grab an article. A random strike of lightning and I discover she's an android, she short circuits, then comes back to life like I'm her boyfriend and she wants to get it on. "What's wrong?" Brenda asks. "Uhm, nothing, nothing at all. So..... when you say fully functional. What do you mean?" I asked her. Brenda took a step back and gaves me a teasing smile as she looked down at her waist. She slowly bends over, undoes the clasp on her jeans, kicks off her shoes, then slides her jeans off and kicks them away. Next she grabs the bottom of her sweat shirt and pulls it off over her head. She places her hands on her hips and strikes a pose, modeling her white panties and bra. "Whoa!" I gasped. Brenda was even better looking than I had imagined. Her breasts were firm and hung there suspended in her bra. Most likely a C cup. Her sweat shirt did a good job of hiding her features when she was clothed. "Do I look like a real woman?" She asked. "You sure do." I answered. My mind a little staggered by the show she was giving me. "Well there are features that come with a body like this." She stated with a smile. "Such as...?" I asked with a teasing grin. "Well..." Brenda started, as she reached around her back and undid the clasp of her bra and let is fall to the ground revealing her pert firm breasts. "...for starters, you've never felt up a pair like these." She said teasingly as she ran her hands over breasts. I cleared my throat and had to adjust myself momentarily. Then Brenda bent forward and pulled her panties down and off. Standing back up as she finished.

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Fembotlvr:

....Ok at this point I haven't finished the story. I haven't decided on where to take it and finish it. So....... going out on a limb. I ask where would you, the public like to see this go? I could go the usual - robot malfunctions and man fucks machine- machine fails and goes caput. Let me know what you think? I'd like to finish this sometime next week pending free time of course.

Otaru Mamiya:

How does this sound instead?
1) Robot tries to act human with secondary processor and fucks man (consentual).
2) Secondary processor is damaged too (not nearly as bad as primary one) so robot malfunctions.
3) Robot survives the sexual encounter (does NOT go kaput) but is still malfunctioning.
4) Storm has ended during sex so robot (still mostly functional) seeks repairs with the assistance of man.
5) Man returns to dorm without robot (insert introspective scene, thoughts of difference between robot and man from man's or (better yet) from robot's point of view.)
6) The next morning, man learns of new roommate (guess who ~_^).
7) Possible sequels, continuation of story, ask Mirage to draw comic of story, etc.

Mirage:

Ask me??
Well, in my opinion, the story is a great start but (sorry, please don't feel bad...) a typical Gynoid story.
Sadly, you are kinda maybe limited to continue this story.

Try to find a twist to it.

-Guy discover he's also a droid.
-The tutor organised a teacher's strick (Seen many times here in Canada)More money!
-She goes kaput, He do her anyway, gets a new sexual diseases that no one ever heard of.

Just a few suggestions.
Mirage

admspock:

Hrmm..
I think that this story is great. it may be a "typical" gynoid theme, but that is what we're here for isn't it? I don't there that there are really enough variety of those. The tutor is a great idea. keep going with it definetely in the same direction that you're going! Twists and turns are good sometimes, but within this story, i think what you have done so far is great, and please, finish it soon with an equally gynoid ending! (btw, a male gynoid is not a "gynoid. android would be male. gyn- is female, and- is male, if i remember greek/latin prefixes).

Gorgo:

Suggestion: try NOT to make it a typical gynoid ending (i.e., having your gynoid character break down). That gets pretty repetative after a while.

Fred

Questor:

Fine Story,
Perhaps do several parts with twists and turns.
1) Perhaps that due to the lightning storm there was a fusing of data gathered and original programming (johnny five is alive)
and now she is becoming her own person
and as such perhaps wants to bond with the guy and escape from her.."JOB" and have her own life.- add some things like maybe they have to retrieve her belongings...ways to recharge and maintain her......
maybe uncover a conspiracy and run into another gynoid or two.....
..
2) that her memories are based on a real girl and both have to try to find her.
Please don't just have her short out and he blow his wad....!!!!

Just a thought...

Fembotlvr:

Many thanks.....

Just wanted to say thanks for the input. I really didn't start this out wanting it to be a same ol' story. I appreaciate the idea's. I am taking some of these into truthful consieration. Also I think I may have an interesting twist of which has not been done to date. For now stay tuned. This may take several days to come together......